Life Goes On
Whenever I speak to the families of my patients anticipating a new diagnosis for their child, I always reassure them that getting a diagnosis does not change anything about their child, but rather provides an opportunity for more directed treatment plans.
So now, here I am, almost a week after some medical blows, finding myself coping with the emotions and moving on with life, with hopefully more tools in my toolbox to manage my own health. I'm still passionate about providing the best physical therapy possible to all of the children I treat, even if I need to reduce my number of clients at some point in the future. I still put as much cheese as I can justify in my pasta, even more so since it's chickpea pasta and I put in tons of spinach so it's basically a salad, right? I still spend my evenings with my back on my heating pads. I still spend way too long on the toilet because I'm scrolling through Instagram. I still daydream of aerial silks and night-dream in vivid, life-like scenarios with a strange twist. I still cuddle up on the couch with my husband or a book, whichever is closer at the time. I still drink tons of water. I still make social plans, and then spend my time during said plans sitting on the couch subtly struggling to hold my head upright. I still wake up just as tired every morning and get into bed just as wired every night. I still complain about my speedy heart rate, and then still drink a giant coffee to get through the day. I still have unpredictable bursts of energy when I achieve more than I could have imagined even hours before.
I'm still me, with a little more knowledge about my "next steps" for my medical management.
So to anyone out there (myself included) dealing with a new diagnosis, a new medical concern, or even just a new haircut, remember that you are still you. Your health does not define you, and your diagnosis is not a label but a tool to guide you on your search for answers, solutions, and your best you.
My body may not always be under my control, but my approach to life is. And when it comes down to it, I choose happiness. I choose acceptance. I choose progress. I choose living, rather than simply existing. I choose love, and hope, and faith, and family, and friends, and patients, and a future dog. I choose being me.
So now, here I am, almost a week after some medical blows, finding myself coping with the emotions and moving on with life, with hopefully more tools in my toolbox to manage my own health. I'm still passionate about providing the best physical therapy possible to all of the children I treat, even if I need to reduce my number of clients at some point in the future. I still put as much cheese as I can justify in my pasta, even more so since it's chickpea pasta and I put in tons of spinach so it's basically a salad, right? I still spend my evenings with my back on my heating pads. I still spend way too long on the toilet because I'm scrolling through Instagram. I still daydream of aerial silks and night-dream in vivid, life-like scenarios with a strange twist. I still cuddle up on the couch with my husband or a book, whichever is closer at the time. I still drink tons of water. I still make social plans, and then spend my time during said plans sitting on the couch subtly struggling to hold my head upright. I still wake up just as tired every morning and get into bed just as wired every night. I still complain about my speedy heart rate, and then still drink a giant coffee to get through the day. I still have unpredictable bursts of energy when I achieve more than I could have imagined even hours before.
I'm still me, with a little more knowledge about my "next steps" for my medical management.
So to anyone out there (myself included) dealing with a new diagnosis, a new medical concern, or even just a new haircut, remember that you are still you. Your health does not define you, and your diagnosis is not a label but a tool to guide you on your search for answers, solutions, and your best you.
My body may not always be under my control, but my approach to life is. And when it comes down to it, I choose happiness. I choose acceptance. I choose progress. I choose living, rather than simply existing. I choose love, and hope, and faith, and family, and friends, and patients, and a future dog. I choose being me.
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