not quite broken

Just for good measure, I decided to head into urgent care one more time before they closed tonight. Because the doctor couldn’t touch my foot and send me writhing in pain like I do when I walk, he just gave me a walking cast and a prescription to Vicodin. He also gave me orders to come back if it still hurts in three weeks, because then it could be a stress fracture.

Nobody gets why I’m not mad or sad about this, but c’mon. All I need are a couple liters of liquid and some painkillers and I’m home free. I’m elated. And I’m happy that I did this while helping a greater cause. How nice will it be when one day, after all of our fundraising and walking/limping across the finish line, a couple liters of liquid and some painkillers will be all that’s needed to get rid of breast cancer? I’ll take these battle wounds and wear them proudly, dude.

7 Comments

  1. Got to your site from PrincessJoanna and as a BC survivor, I want to thank you for all your hard work. You raised amazing cash! I’m participating in a Canadian walk but it doesn’t come close to the 3 day. Every little bit helps though. Hope your foot’s better….

  2. Wendy,

    You are a fighter for cancer cure! We are SO VERY PROUD of YOU! We just can’t say it enough :) We hope you are feeling better REAL SOON!

    Love,
    Mom & Dad

  3. Yowch! Hope it’s healed soon. At least you have a noble answer for the inevitable questions about how you wrecked yourself! “Fighting breast cancer” beats the heck out of “fell off a bar stool.”

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