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My last full asana practice was in July. After 4 surgeries on the chest, back, and armpit and 6 months of intense cancer treatment I can barely hold myself up in down dog, plank is a shaky quake, my hips are like wishbones waiting to split, and my toes might as well be in Long Island. It will be months before I am ‘back’…. And really, what does that matter….I am alive, and I have my breath. My body has…
In my cozy bed of bird blankets, pillow pets and the most loyal and concerned boxer-pup draped at my restless feet, I am sipping on marshmallow root and liquorish tea, hoping the soothing elixir will expel the infection from my lungs and return me the voice I lost 3 days ago. In lue of all the surgical procedures, my immune system is shot to say the least. It was already desperately overwhelmed and compromised, probably the invitation that brought the…
