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.


  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!

    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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