Today is my 56th birthday. A year ago I was sitting in my PCP's office with an anxiety attack (thinking it was a heart attack) about my upcoming surgery (June 13). It had been since December that we knew about the tumor. Who would have known that when I awoke from surgery that I would have to relearn how to feed myself, bathe, walk, write (it's still not that great), etc. I wasn't sure I would ever go back to work. I have been back to work 2 months now, fulltime. I can do just about everything I was doing before the surgery with some limitations. I missed the work and the contact with people, but did not miss the pettiness, the office politics, or just the plain old BS of people. They don't realize just how lucky they are. I certainly have learned to appreciate life more and to enjoy the simple things. I still have a ways to go and I will get there. Like my husband has said all along...it will come back in time. Have patience! I make a little progress every day. It may not be noticeable to others, but I know when I have accomplished something. Small steps!
