Lemme See You Wiggle it, Just a Little Bit

After a few months of casting my whole wrist and hand, my celebreality buddy at PT has shortened the end enough to expose my fingertips, allowing me to move the first two joints of my fingers. Well the word "move" might be somewhat aggressive. My pinky is leading the charge to recapture movement. Moving up the line towards my rather defunct thumb (for the time being) , things become more challenging...my pointer finger bending the least. All day I relentlessly strain to flex and hook, knowing the rehabilitation of my hand has really just begun. Who know's...a couple hundred eventual hours of squeezing playdough and picking up dried black eyed peas from a bowl and the results could be amazing. Honestly, I'd say there is a good chance my hand, although painfully sensitive, will be useful to a significant degree. What can I say, the Harris men are known for being extra sensitive.

We're doing well and I am undoubtedly feeling like I'm getting back to my life. It's really exciting. There have been several occasions when I've taken a moment and thought how much I cherish being back in a normal everyday situation. This time last year, I was totally hairless and 5 days away from my second to last chemo treatment.

I have a chest scan on December 3rd and the inevitable anxiety has gradually begun to creep up on us again as it always does when the date approaches. I've got my fingers crossed and my knees to the ground.

Happy Thanksgiving to you all.

CP