each effort is better than none

This week flew by like a flock of geese. Now that I have accomplished one of my resolutions, I am thinking about my other ones. The one that I am ready to tackle now is hiking Mount Olympus. I can't yet because of the snow. This is my next adventure though.

As I am getting my body back into the condition I want it to be, I have noticed that my right arm is way weaker than my left. I had a stroke back in 2013 that affected my right side and after everything I have been to I feel like my right arm is a noodle. My right shoulder is much smaller than my left. I never really noticed it til now. I am such a hypocrite, as I teach many of my patients about how long to takes to regain muscle and here I am getting frustrated at myself because I have been working on my right arm for 2 weeks now. I want my right as strong as my left like right now, not tomorrow, NOW please. Then I think about it, I tell myself every little thing you do is making a difference.
If there is anything that you are frustrated at, think to yourself everything you do about that thing the better it is. Each effort is better than none.

This coming month is going to be fun. We are hoping we get an "A-Okay" from my doctors to start our surrogate process, which includes so many things. Wish us luck!

Scottie & I on my wedding day...love you best friend

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