September 1, 2009 10:45 PM

300 and counting!

As I mentioned in last night's entry that it was number 299 - this one is, obviously, 300. I never thought that this would extend for so long. But, I keep hearing from people how they are following this blog - even after all this time. So, quite obviously, it is still serving its initially designed purpose and there is no reason to stop it. Number 400 will occur sometime in December and I'll still have a few months to go before my 365 days of recovery are ended. That's assuming that 365 will be enough. I am looking at full recovery meaning that I would be able to anything and everything that I was doing before my disgnosis. I do assume that as the next few months go by, I will progress slowly toward that point. That it will not be one day wherein anything goes while the day before I was greatly restricted in my activities.

Anyway, it was about this time last year that I realized that something was wrong. Not wrong enough to think that anything "serious" was wrong - just that things were not quite right. As most of you are aware, the most obvious symptom was my inability to negotiate a flight of stairs without being out of breath for a few seconds. But my breath quickly returned and I went on my merry way. Other than that, I was tired. But I just ascribed that to age(I'm over 35!) and didn't give it another thought. Boy was I wrong!

But I could function well. As such, there was, in my mind, no reason to go to the doctor. And, now, here I am today - full of energy, raring to go, and being unable to do so. I feel better now than I have in a long time. It's hard to fathom that when you read about all of the possible side effects of everything that I have undergone - but that's the miraculous truth!

So, I spend my time working around the house. As I have said the past the days, I was going to begin painting my kitchen and today I completed the ceiling. Tomorrow I'll continue with walls and trim. These projects have given me some sanity at the time when I need it the most. I'll only be sorry when they come to an end.

It's hard to believe that September is here. Ten-plus miraculous months have now gone by since my diagnosis.

Soon this will all be over...

Bob