Happy days are here again
After 10 months, I was finally free of medicines. More importantly, I was free of any UC symptoms. Things were looking brighter. I slowly started my walks; while I was not comfortable walking in the mornings, my walks in the evening were wonderful. I would put on my shoes, get my headphones and start listening to a discourse by Velukudi. A 30 minute walk to the beach, 30 minutes sitting on the water line looking at the waves and a 30 minute back home was pure bliss. Slowly the total time extended to 2 hours with me walking between 8-10 km. After a month or so, I started running again. Yes, running after almost after one year. This was a huge plus for me - my mind started getting better and fitness improved.
After 2 months, I completed my first self timed 5 km run in more than one year. This was a huge achievement for me. It was like I found my mojo back. Slowly over the next 2 months I started running daily. My interest towards life got better. I went out to eat a few times. I even started singing in my shower 🤣😁 (btw, I think I am next only to SPB / KJ Yesudas when I sing in my shower)
Everything was going fine, but little did I realize life had a surprise in store for me.
One fine morning, my mother had a fall. The dr after seeing the X-rays, told us that she had a fracture in her vertebrae and has to be in complete bed rest for next 3 months. The next 3 months, I brushed up my cooking skills, more importantly understood my kitchen cleaning abilities 🤣. The only thing that I was happy for during this 6 months was that my health was normal. After 3.5 months of kitchen duty, my mother limped back to the kitchen, literally but within next 2-3 weeks she was once again the Queen of the Kitchen relieving me of cooking duties. I have to say one thing here - my mother’s patience and ability to tolerate things - she had to eat my cooking for over 3 months 🤣🤦♂️☹️.
During these 4-6 months, I stopped my evening walks. I was always beside her to take care of her. One thing became sure during this period - MOTHERS ARE LIVING GODS. I realized how much care, affection and sleepless days and nights she had put in take care of my when I was a baby, or a young kid, or sometimes being an ill adult. It took another 3-4 months before I was comfortable to leave her alone to restart my walking.
By the time I restarted it was almost 10 months since I was completely free of medicines. I started with vigour again. But the illness came back again. This time with higher intensity. The flare up was bad. So bad, that for the next 2-3 months, I left home only to visit my dr, or go for some diagnostic tests.
What did my latest flare up do to my new found happiness and confidence? Did it dent these? How did I cope with these. More later.