But the last couple of days have been tough for old body. It's not been easy with jet lag, digestive issues, I got a cough, a swollen spotty face from steroids and I've had this crazy thing going on with my left knee...(random). The night after the flight I woke up in the night with excruciating pain. For those of you that remember about 14 years or so ago I had keyhole surgery on that knee and haven't had much feeling in that knee since. The last 48 hours, I literally can't explain the level of pain I've been experiencing. Absolutely huge. It's taken my breath away. It really has. Then this morning, same again. The most intense pain. Totally full on. Then later on it started to subside and Zac asked me how the feeling was in the knee. I suddenly realised that I had complete feeling back in the knee - all the nerves in the knee (after pretty much 48 hours of the most agonising pain) have regenerated themselves and it seems to be a normal knee again. The most random, kind of hilarious, thing. I'm not going to get all excited or anything about it, but all I'm saying is "sure - you go right ahead body and heal whatever it is that you'd like to heal. I'm giving you as much goodness as I am capable of giving you. I love you and I'm open to anything and everything!"
Words can’t describe how blessed I am to have so many incredible, loving, caring people in my life. I’ve created this blog so that I can share in some way my healing journey, so that whoever wants to, can keep up-to-date with how it’s unfolding, even if it’s not the preferred face-to-face sharing. The blogging idea came up in May 2014 so this is where my stories will begin. It has, however, been an incredible ride since diagnosis in December 2013, so when energy and relevancy allow, I'll post.
Tuesday, 7 July 2015
Home sweet home
So, crazy old time since leaving Mexico. Bit of an epic journey back to the UK. We left Mexico, went across the border to Yuma, Arizona and stayed the night there before flying out the next morning. Yuma to Phoenix. Phoenix to Charlotte. Charlotte to um, well circling round Charlotte for an hour to be told that the plane was overweight, not enough pressure or something, so didn't set off over the Atlantic at that point. Got off the plane back in to Charlotte again. 4 hours later on, we got on another plane then eventually off back to London Heathrow. I actually felt remarkably ok considering everything. My whole digestive system has been totally out of whack so I made myself do a coffee enema as soon as I got back to the flat in Brighton, then cooked some dinner and managed to stay up until 9.30.
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