In the last nine days I've played basketball three times and volleyball twice. This is five times as active as I have been since the week we got diagnosed over 9 months ago.
The last time I played basketball was in between when I was diagnosed and when we left for Mayo Clinic. I remember wondering if I would ever play basketball again. There were so many unknowns back then. We were hoping to go to Mayo and get a liver transplant and be done with all this within a year, but we had no idea if that would actually happen, and obviously it didn't.
Fast forward to this last Sunday. How did I play? Horribly.
I missed layups
I sucked wind
I didn't make a single shot
I barely played defense
I couldn't run, jump, or do much of anything
You know what? I have never cared less. I'm pretty competitive, so this was a foreign concept to me.
Now I just wanted to play. To lace up my sneakers, break a sweat, and feel that leather ball between my fingers. It was incredible. It was painful. Hard to tell if I was so bad and uncoordinated because of my treatments or because I haven't done anything in 8 months. Who cares.
This may seem like a small blessing to some, but it was a huge milestone and an incredible gift from God for me. There haven't been a lot of positive milestones and honestly this routine of injecting poison into my body every four weeks is starting to get old. God knew that and provided a wonderful distraction by giving me the strength to do a simple thing like play a basketball game.
God cares about me. He loves me. He provides for my needs and many of my wants. How can I complain?
3 comments:
At least you are able to admit you arent athletic !! :D
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