This was me four years ago, February 1, 2010. An orange sized tumour had been removed from the mesenteric wall of my small intestine after 4 hours in the OR. At this moment, we didn’t know if the tumour was malignant or not and wouldn’t know until it was biopsied a month from now. Because of the type of surgery, I had a tube in my nose (as you see in the picture) that ensured that the bile would properly leave my body (which is common practice for this type of surgery). As a result, I couldn’t eat or drink for 7 days. Try doing that when people bring in their steaming hot Tim Horton’s coffees and cream cheese bagels and when people send fruit baskets!
What got me here? Ignoring health signs and thinking I had all the time in the world to live my life to its fullest. I was in the middle of my last long run before the Mississauga, marathon. I had come within 2 minutes of qualifying for the Boston marathon and knew that if I managed my race well, that I would have a real shot at qualifying. I remember the entire run was a challenge. I felt like I was sprinting through water and getting nowhere. At the 23 km mark of 34 I was planning to do that day, I was doubled over sitting on the curb waiting for my husband to pick me up. Who would have thought the days and weeks and months of me doubled over in pain wasn’t just me being a little ‘lactose intolerant’?
It took me a full year to recover and I haven’t been able to run long distances since. Do you I want to run my seventh marathon? YES!
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