I’ve slacked on my physical therapy exercises for my neck and upper arms. I used to spend the first half hour of my morning sitting on the edge of my bed performing the simple repetitions. I am not really sure if it necessarily “strengthened” my muscles, but it kept them active. I want to move for as long as I am enabled.
The brain is as much fascinating as mind-boggling. The communication between my brain and muscles is simply cut off by the tumors on the nerves. Numbness, weakness, atrophy, fatigue. It is days like today–major fatigue–where I feel the side-effects most. I can’t deny it, numbness and weakness is increasing in my hands and feet; Sometimes it is a workout just to keep my head in a proper upright position. It feels relieving just to let my bend down–if I am at a table, you will most likely find me holding my head up with my hands under my chin. So mush for proper manners. 🙂
This afternoon I was writing a few letters. For one, I sat thinking of an encouraging verse to share. Psalm 3:3 came to mind. “But you, O LORD, are a shield about me, my glory, and the lifter of my head.” In turn, God encouraged me: It was what I needed to hear, remember, and build strength upon.