I could come to you with more news on the pain, or updates about the swelling and wrapping etc. But today I choose not. All of the above still exist. Recently I began noticing new symptoms that are not too good, part of the progression as I'm told. With my head held high, I press on. Each day is such a blessing. I find myself pushing and pushing...if I can get out of bed and get to the car, if I can get to the car, I can get to work, If I can just, get, to, work I can make it through the day. I made it, I made it to the end of the day and now I can get off these legs...until tomorrow. And so I press again. As I walked out my door yesterday, I found myself beside a woman who was in so much pain she could barely walk. Oh how I wanted to help her. I thought to offer her my cane, but then I would not have been able to walk. This alone brought tears to my eyes. How did I find myself in such bad shape that I could not help someone else...and why? This morning I walked out with a different woman, who like me, was not having the best day. She had a cane and was struggling to walk a short distance. We talked as we went out the door and as I walked to my car she boarded metro access, a public transportation program for people with disabilities. As I sat in my car, I took a deep breath and thought, two days in a row, I am forced to see how blessed I am. I have been so distracted with "stuff" that I took my eyes off of the road. The road that is paved with lessons and blessings and miracles. There are so many people that will cross my path. I cannot allow distractions to block my view. I am still here and still have so much to give. As I look back at the past few days. Did those women walk away encouraged, or did I make an impression at all? Or is this just my "trip", my lession, my conviction?