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Journaling Challenge Day 17 MOC 2020 - Hindsight is 20/20
Journaling Reads:
Everything happens for a reason. In early November I started experiencing bone pain in my left tibia. As a runner, I eased off on the mileage, thinking that I had probably been overdoing things. As hard as it was, I took a week off running.
Two weeks off turned into three weeks off. I gave in. I needed to run, so I laced up my shoes and off I went. I do most of my thinking during my run. While I was deep in thought, my mind went to a dark place. I mulled over the thought that this might be a stress fracture, which would not be good news. More importantly, though, I worried that what if the bone pain was something more sinister? After my little adventure with cancer in 2017, it is hard not to worry about it returning.
Sometimes I can be my own worst enemy. The more I thought about it, the more I worried. Worry started to invade every fiber of my being. I could not run. I could not sleep. I was totally and utterly miserable. I should have gone to the doctor that same day, but I didn't. I was too scared of what I might find out.
It was the week before Christmas when I finally plucked up the courage to talk to my oncologist about it. I was referred for imaging so that we could see what was going on. I have not had any surgical procedures done on that leg, so I started to get very worried when the tech started asking lots of questions about previous surgeries.
Getting a call back from the doctor's office on Christmas eve is never a good thing. The doctor delivered some news that I was not prepared for. They had identified the source of my pain.
Lodged in the soft tissues surrounding my left tibia is a needle. Yes - a needle.
My reaction was definitively not what the doctor was expecting. I burst out laughing! I laughed so hard I was out of control. All that pent up worry and emotion came bursting out of me. With the laughter came the tears. Happy tears! Maybe this does not make sense, but being told that I have a needle lodged in my leg was the best news ever!
So next comes the discussion and thought process of how the needle ended up there, but quite honestly I don't care how it got there. Trying to figure that out will just be counterproductive, and I need to just move forward.
I have learned a valuable lesson. Hindsight is 20/20. The next time I have something that ails me, no matter how worried I am, I will not wait five weeks before plucking up the courage to do something about it.
