Earlier in the week, I stumbled while going out the patio door and landed heavily on my bad leg. I ended up using the cane for three days before the pain eased up.
Last night it started acting up again, and I had a lot of trouble finding a comfortable position to sleep. I didn't really get settled down until 2:30. I'm taking stronger pain-killers today and it feels a lot better.
Besides being painful, my leg gets in the way of family activities. For example, Jeremy and I set up the basketball net this week, and then played for a while. Actually, I stood still near the net, and he ran after the ball for me. Not that much fun.
There's a waterpark near us, that has just added a wave pool. We'd really like to go this summer as a family, since it's something all of us enjoy, but what's the point? If I need a cane to walk, I won't be able to bring it down the waterslides.
There's the worry, too. We don't yet know what's causing the problems with my leg, so of course we wonder if it's related to my cancer. Things have been going pretty well the last few months; is this the start of a downhill slide?
Normally, I'm a pretty optimistic person, with a positive attitude toward the future. As you can probably tell from the above, sometimes it's hard to maintain an optimistic outlook. That's why I love these words by Annie Johnson Flint:
When we have exhausted our store of endurance,
When our strength his failed ere the day is half done,
When we reach the end of our hoarded resources,
Our Father's full giving is only begun.
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