Humble Pie & Physical Therapy
🌼 Date: Wednesday, February 25, 2026
⚡ Energy: Fragile but Showing Up
❤️🩹 Status: Humbled, Healing, and Rebuilding
😔 Outlook: Strength Is Coming Back — Even If It Doesn’t Feel Like It Yet
Today was physical therapy.
Confession: I have not been doing my exercises.
Not because I’m rebellious. Not because I don’t care. But because there have been days where all I could manage with my limited energy was moving my eyeballs and rotating my ankles in the recliner like that counted as cardio.
Survival has been the workout.
So imagine my surprise when she measured my range of motion in my arms and shoulders and… I’ve improved. Again.
Every visit, somehow, there’s progress.
Even when I feel like I’ve been doing nothing.
Apparently, my body has been quietly working behind the scenes without my permission.
This round of homework is to start building strength back up in my legs.
Goodbye, lipsky legs. We are coming for you.
But I had a mini breakdown while I was there.
Because numbers on a chart are one thing.
Saying out loud how weak I’ve become? That’s another.
It’s hard to look at your own body — the same body that used to stay out until 2AM and get up at 6AM without blinking — and admit that walking across a parking lot now requires strategy and support.
I’m not used to being this version of myself.
I’m used to being the one who gets shit done.
The one who carries the bags.
The one who moves fast.
The one who doesn’t need help.
This journey has been humbling in ways I never anticipated.
There’s a grief that comes with losing your strength — even temporarily. A quiet mourning for the body you had before cancer rearranged everything.
But here’s the complicated truth:
Even in the breakdown… there was progress.
Even in the weakness… there is rebuilding.
Even in the tears… there is forward motion.
I may not feel strong right now.
But strength is happening.
And maybe strength doesn’t always look like powering through.
Maybe sometimes it looks like showing up to PT, admitting you’re struggling, and trying anyway.
This is not the strongest version of me.
But she’s still here.
And she’s still fighting.
💗 Tina –
One Badass Day at a Time
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