For the second time in less than a week, I was asked to give my height. I used to say with pride, 5'6". Not quite Amazonian, but taller than average and that was good enough for me.
With the compression of my spine, I've dropped at least three (possibly four) inches. I don't know if I want to know exactly how much I lost. Losing my stature bothered me even more than the hunching of my spine so when I'm asked how tall I am, I pause and answer, I'm now 5'3" as though I want the person asking to know that I was once taller.
Today I had my port implanted. The surgery itself was easier than I imagined. The sedation is enough to render the incisions and tugging of the port more than tolerable, but the tube feels so strange inside my body. I imagine one must get used to the apparatus because I haven't heard anyone complain about this before.
But most importantly, I continue to feel stronger and better. I'm moving around with more ease and walking with better posture.
And for that I give thanks to the Lord.
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