The sun came into the living room just after 6, I was sitting downstairs gathering myself for the day, I thought the light was especially beautiful falling on my new row of medications and pills. A couple of months ago, I was taking one pill a day, now I have a table full, some twice a day, some once a day. In the light, they did look beautiful to me. There are a lot of them.

I am feeling strong and clear this morning after a tiring and fuzzy day Tuesday. My fitbit weekly stats came in and from July 14 to July 20, I took 55, 258 steps towards recovery, I walked a total of 26.40 miles, burning about 20,000 calories. A good week, moving wise. I suppose I should also count how many hours I rested, but I have not been keeping track, perhaps a lesson there.

This morning, I am heading off to Albany with Maria to a famous diabetes clinic, I hope to learn more about this disease and I will share whatever I find is useful. Finally, my numbers are back to normal after the surgery.

I am grasping that there are two legs to recovery, each as important as the other – movement and exercise, and rest and patience. I am good at the first, learning how to do the other. I have months of recovery ahead of me, I will have to get more spiritual and take a longer view. Patience and faith and acceptance.

This is the gift of surgery, if you are open to it, you can learn much about yourself and improve much about yourself. Patience is about faith in my ways, I have to let go of the idea that I can walk my way to health. My heart and my body have a lot of healing to do – the surgery was major and my body has been talking to me, reminding me that it needs time to get where I want to go.

And what is more spiritual than trusting that message and learning to listen to it?