Heavy thoughts…

This week I will start off using this image as the illustration of my topic.
This is going to be a long, heavy weighted post, as I have to vent. Forgive me for getting in deep here, but isn’t that what blogging is all about? Putting your thoughts down on paper the computer in hopes that someone somewhere might understand or may benefit from it…?
Two weeks ago I talked about going to my home town to help my elderly father empty out our house for sale. That was a full week, and when I weighed in at weight watchers the next week, I had lost 8 lbs! Guess you can tell how much furniture I lugged down the stairs. The weekend after brought a trip to NH. Our daughter was supposed to attend a military ball with a friend on Saturday evening. That morning though, she had to take her SAT exams. Between the stress from the exams, and the fever that had been hanging on for over a week, she was exhausted and wasn’t up to going to the event. We did decide to go to NH though, as we wanted to get her out of the house for a little bit. She spends a lot of time in her room sleeping since she was diagnosed with Crohn’s disease. By the time we got home on Sunday, she was exhausted and still had the fever. She missed school on Monday, and then Tuesday came and it was her 17th birthday. She dragged herself into school so she could see her friends and celebrate. I on the other hand was trying to get a hold of her doctor because her fever had lasted almost 2 weeks at that point. Long story short, she ended up being admitted to the Pediatrics ward on her birthday. 🙁
The nurses were very sweet about making a big deal over her birthday. They all signed a card, brought her a cake, and had a nice gift for her. As the week passed and she was on antibiotics, the fever finally broke. On Saturday morning we were allowed to bring her home finally. She was feeling pretty good by then, and it was a good thing, since her Prom was that evening. She decided she wasn’t going to miss it, so she got ready and went. Sunday though, she was a mess and had to sleep all day from being over tired.
While all of this was going on, my sister was helping my elder father with an appointment he had with his medical oncologist on Monday. The news was not good that he received. The cancer in his throat is indeed back, and there is nothing more that can be done to fight it. I am not expecting him to live a year, most likely 6-8 months at the most. He is 92, and has lived a wonderful healthy life. At this point in time, he has accepted what is going to come and I really believe he is ready. I have been having a very hard time with this, as my dad has always been my rock. He’s always been the voice of reason for me, and always encouraged me to think outside the box in life. Watching him interact with all the townspeople that know and love him, has shown me that he is a true man of wisdom. He is kind, caring, nuturing, smart, thoughtful, and fun to be around. I love my dad. I don’t know how I am going to get through this, but I have my faith in God that sustains me and keeps me strong.
The whole point of this post, was to bring the topic of running into play. I use my running as my de-stresser. It gives me a chance to put myself outside, to focus on the task at hand and clear my thoughts. If I hadn’t lost the 53 lbs, I wouldn’t be running, and I would absolutely be a basket-case with everything that is going on. I have thanked God on many occasions for letting me get back on track after my ankle surgery. I was blessed to have a surgeon that cares, and is encouraging. That was a big help in itself. He probably has no idea how much it meant that he took the time to answer all my questions and never rushed me through anything. I thank my  physical therapist who was great also. She taught me to push myself and not be afraid of getting hurt again, and taught me to make smart choices about my exercise after surgery. I am so happy to say with all of that in place, I have been successful. 
I got in two runs this week, and tomorrow is an event in Southern Maine. It’s about raising awareness of Crohn’s disease and Colitis. My sister and I are going down to take part in this. Pictures will be posted on Sunday. I plan to run this event if there are other runners. I am not comfortable running alone in an area that I dont know. If there isn’t anyone, I may walk with the herd  group. The biggest issue I have right now is deciding what to wear! hahaha.. bright neon green with matching saucony’s or the neon orange or hot pink.. so many choices!
Here are my closing thoughts… do any of you run to escape the everyday issues in life? 
Am I the only one who thinks it’s a great way to clear the mind of stress and clutter? 
I’m a proud member of 
Team Tough Chik
This article was originally posted by Louise Cunningham on Runnersramblings.com.


One response to “Heavy thoughts…”

  1. Rosie says:

    I hope Catherine is feeling better! Crohn’s sucks!! Shannon is also tired a lot and she can’t seem to get over having a cold. Her immune system is shot as I am sure Catherine’s is. Sorry to hear about your Dad. He’s been through so much already! You are a very strong woman but you need a break as well. Venting is a good release…..you should do it as often as you feel necessary! XO