February 26, 2012

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A thought...
I took a long walk on the bike path today. Six miles. The snow had melted and the sun was finally shining and, well, I needed a bit of fresh air.

The walk itself was uneventful. Just a stroll from point A to point B. But as I was walking along I began to realize just how significant it was that I could just get up and go out and take a walk. After my surgery, just making it down the hallway without falling over will be a huge accomplishment.

As cliche as this is, I've realized that this tumor is certainly making me more appreciative of the simple things.
   Thankful 


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