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Run to Heal

I must apology to my cyber friends who have been stopping by and find out I've been neglecting my blog. Besides a few trips to the district courts to accompany the Residents, attending workshops, stayed up late at work to talk to one of the Residents whose twins brother was killed in gang dispute, training for Women 10K Tuft Health Plan Race in second week of October, I just had fibroid removed from the wall of my uterus three weeks ago.

Three days ago I had a followup appointment with my Oby-gyn for my annual physical check up that I had on the first week of August. He complimented my overall physical health, but I noticed he paused and looked intently in my eyes.

"What?"

He opened my folder and flicked to page of the latest date of my physical check up result. For the next hour he patiently went through three times explaining and answered my questions about cervical polyp , this too.

If I were right there when he was telling me for the first time, he wouldn't have repeated himself and drew the pictures and showed me the glossy colorful charts of cervical polyp for the second and third time. But my mind was racing with thousands of questions, and my brain got down to work, encrypted all my health conscious living style I've been practicing all these years.

Damn it, how could it be? my inner voice screamed at no one.

"Ana....?" I heard Dr. E's gentle voice stirred my wondering thought.

He went through a procedure,  cone biopsy . And what is D & C? Somehow when I heard the word scalpel I couldn't helped but heard P.Ramlee's voice in my head saying, "Wahai Ahli Nujum Marang Kerapu Kepunden Marang Skepel semer tilem," in his famous Ali Baba Bujang Lapok when he was trapped in the treasure cave.

I knew marang kerapu kepunden was part of the king's Spiritual Advisor' title (S.Shamsudiin) in Seniman Bujang Lapok. The king ( P. Ramlee ) asked his spiritual advisor to decipher his dream.

I felt my face's muscles softened up and I knew I cracked into a smile because Dr. E had a puzzled look on his face.

"I'm sorry Dr. E, please continue."

We discussed in detail what was he going to do, what to expect before, during and after the procedure. "It is and outpatient procedure", he added.

It will be at Boston Medical Center. He wrote down the number the person I have to call to set up the date.

I told him I would like to have it done in September because I'm going home for a visit in October. That would be no problem he said.

He repeatedly told me to call him if I had any concern or questions that bother me. The surgery center will send me instructions on how to prepare for the surgery. It would be in a mail in a couple of days, he said.

"Try to get some rest today."

How am I going to get some rest Dr. E? In a few more weeks you're going to insert a speculum into my vagina when I am unconcious after you or a nurse injected me with anesthesic. Then you're going to remove a cone shaped tissue from my cervix.

"Thank you Dr. E, you too have a wonderful day."

With my folder in his arm, he opened the door for me. Standing in a doorway, a question popped out from my mouth before I could stopped myself.

"Dr. E, I'm training for Women 10K Tuft Health Run  on Oct. 9th. I guess I couldn't enter the race huh?"

He looked at me with squinted eyes. I translated it as: This woman must be a retard.

He broke into a huge smile, "I like your spirit Ana. Unfortunately, NO. It takes 6 weeks to completely heal. Or perhaps less than 6 weeks. But, no running until you're heal."

What am I thinking? Am I out of my freaking mind to ask such a dumb question?

The next day when I called the number Dr. E gave me, a woman who answered my call told me Dr. E already set up date: September 28th.

"Dr. E said you'll be traveling on Oct. __. He said that would give you enough time to heal before your long flight. I also mailed you all the instruction for the biopsy. You'll get them in a couple of days."

Feet On the Ground, Eyes On the Moon

The cool air makes the full moon more beautiful than ever tonight.

Aren't We Something?

I enjoyed my new running route on Wednesday morning. Jay, a long time runner runner lives on the third floor in the next building invited me to run with him to Franklin Park. He' s been watching me running since he moved in last December.

He wanted to say hello but he said he didn't have enough courage.

" You always look like you don't want to be bothered".

"Where did you get the impression?"

"From you expression. You walk like you own the darn place."

I laughed my head off.

"Am I that bad?"

"No...no...." He shook his head. His salt & pepper eyebrows joined at his third eye. Gracefully he brought his hands together to his heart and slightly bow his head. "You carry this self-confidence air with you."

"Aaahhh........."

For a man of 6' 3" and 170lb., Jay was all bones. He looked 15 years older than his actual age because of his past life.

The first 30 minutes after we left the starting point, I was afraid he would trip on his size 14 Adidas running shoes. I was half expecting to hear his bones scattered all over the side walks. His wobbly knees seemed like to give in any minutes.

But without a glitch we made it to the park in 40 minutes. The morning breeze and gentle heat made it possible.

By this time I was used to clutching my little Olympus in my hand.

"What's the camera for?"

"Just in case I run into our neighbors from Mars or Venus."

"Huh?" Then he got the joke. He laughed until he had tears in his eyes.

We didn't run into Martians or Venusian but these two pictures (the second pic is the hollow of the same tree) I took at the park was enough proof of how messy we are, the Earthlings.

Mind Stimulation

As usual Dr. Bakri Musa wrote an excellent entry this week:  Breaking Down Mental Barriers. Check it out.

What Ears Got To Do With It?

People with negative outlook annoy the hell out of me. They love whining, complaining, blaming, and boy, they are excellent at this as they were born with a manual, How to Be Negative.

One obvious thing with negative people is they love being miserable. I think they are in love with miserable. They tick when they are miserable. They are not interested to listen to what you're saying even they ask your opinion in the first place.

You could see the spines straight as they have been practicing yoga for years, the mouth twitching, the jaws move up and down, the eyes wide open, blazing with excitement ready to pummel the people who have wronged them.

They jump in before you finish your sentence, back to the square one. I've always have an urge to say, "Could you shut the fuck up and try to listen to what you are saying for a change?"

Now I feel a lot better.

Bees on The Mermaid Chair

I'd just finished back to  back Sue Monk Kidd's books: The Mermaid Chair and The Secret Life of Bees. What can I say, the woman is an extraodinary story teller. When I got to the lastt page of TSLoB I didn't want to let Lily go. I wanted to keep reading about her, but at the same time I was glad she found her peace within herself. She knew she was loved.

Di Wajah Mu Ku Lihat Bulan

My body was aching, my feet hurt, when I looked up at the sky I saw a sweet half full moon between oak trees.  The moon in the sky is for Thursday Challenge -Sky.