Last Thursday night, I panicked at the date, the 12th. I mistakenly thought that I only had one month before my MRI. For about an hour I thought things were moving too quickly, that I was losing time, and my freedom was coming to an end. The fear of impending radiation overwhelmed me.
I don't know how I figured out my error, but once I did, I let out a sigh of relief. The first thing I did, was go for a run. There's nothing more freeing than propelling yourself through nature. Your movement is on your terms.
Luckily, I now feel like I have an extra month! Funny how that works. The extra month was never taken away from me, only in my mind. What a powerful realization.
