Wednesday night, I got back on the motorcycle for the first time since diagnosis, since it’s the first time my helmet would fit over the damned tumor. I was so excited to ride again!
But strangely, it was a non-event. We got on the bike, we rode a variation on one of our regular routes, we stopped at Menchie’s for fro-yo. After the initial excitement wore off, it was just another ride.
I’m still trying to figure out why that was. Motorcycling has been a part of my view of myself for most of my adult life. I can’t imagine not doing it, yet getting back to it seemed so anticlimactic.
Maybe I’m just getting used to being me again.