Signs of Norma(l)

I think I might be getting a sense of what it's like to be normal. I know I've said before that perhaps I needed to redefine normal. But I have sensed normal--the old-fashioned kind of normal. The DeAnna normal. It's not here all of the time, but it shows itself occasionally.

I have a line now, that reaches from armpit to armpit, across my chest. As far as scars/incisions go, it's beautiful. It's not grotesque, it's not raised, red, and ugly. What was gently holding the skin closed is all gone now and my body seems to be healing quite nicely. I'm working on getting the mobility back in my arms and shoulders, but heck, that's true for my entire body. But as far as the arms are concerned, that is getting much better. I can reach across my desk for a pen, I can reach across the coffee table to grab the remote. Throwing my hands in the air above my head is a little rough, so I just need to be careful when I'm watching the Buckeyes...although I suspect that by the Michigan game, I'll be ready.

The leaves have changed color and are falling from their branches. The temperature is chilly for October, but it is beautiful out there. Things are showing signs of normal.