One step at a time, I am moving forward slowly, but moving forward none-the-less. I wish I could say that there was a miraculous cure and I was experiencing the freedom of being able to dance, skip and hop, but tis not the case (sarcastically stated).
As I go thought the ups and downs that accompany Lymphedema, I realize that it could be worse. I struggle with not allowing myself to get too down. I have decided that I will only allow myself a certain amount of time to wallow in self pity and then I will put on my thick support garments and pull myself out of this abyss.
I need to walk independently in Aberdeen by the water and not be self-conscious about the size of my legs. I want to go one day just one day and not think about the swelling and the pain. I want to feel like Lymphedema is a condition that I have and not a description of me. I want to know that I can put one foot in front of the other and walk down the hall and not once think about stability. I want an hour, a day and a life without LYMPHEDEMA!
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