August 27, a new Biscuit record! Seven miles. One mile in we stopped at the Y, bathroom for me and water for him. Not a single stop after that. Saw a beautiful small buck at the East treeline of Shadyside Park.
This is one of the most persistent lingering effects of cancer; the lympnode removal and axilla scar. The cosmetic issues aren’t too upsetting, it’s not the ugliest of scars. The fact that the entire shape of my armpit and pectoral area has changed makes shaving a challenge, but it’s not like I do that too often anyhow. The lymphectomy is the problem. The fact that I’m in constant pain, the fact that I’ve lost the ability to sleep in certain positions, the fact that my arm goes numb and swells on a regular basis, and puts the fear of God in me, is. I can’t run, lift weights, or even pull weeds without my arm acting up, and the specter of lymphedema hanging over my head.
August 24. I felt ill, slept for hours, felt no better. I was only going to do one mile. Then, I thought I should take Biscuit. Then, I decided I should attempt to best his distance record from Wednesday. So, that is a tired pup, who just kept 9:43 pace for six miles. He is amazing.