I have made some very huge accomplishments over the past seven weeks.

I’ve learned a lot about myself, I’ve gained faith in myself and my body again, and most of all, somewhere along the way I got my strength back.  I’m not talking about muscular strength (although, that has been on the up as well), but that feeling deep inside where I can walk on the street and not be so afraid anymore.

I pushed myself a little and I am so glad I did.  I proved to myself that I am not just a pacemaker and an illness.  I remembered what it was like being me before all of this scary stuff happened.  Sure, since I’ve started on this trip I’ve had very high highs and extremely low lows but right now it’s all good. And I guess right now is all that matters.

One solid accomplishment that seemed so real tonight as I glance at my medications… I am OFF THE STEROIDS!  Yup, I stopped them last Friday.  It’s been a year of that menacing drug and I look forward to evening out, getting my hormones back and maybe not crying so much, or going from happy to bitch mode within seconds.  Yes, this is a great great thing.