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November 8, 2009 - Sunday 
I had labs on Friday and they suck again so I am getting labs and MRI next week. This drama has been going on for a little over a year. I've already had one biopsy and ultrasound which didn't turn up any answers so I am not sure this will either but am willing to go along with whatever they say to try to find answers.

I haven't been able to run because I am in pain everyday from arthritis. This arrived after being taken off prednisone. My doctor said the reason I never noticed it before is because prednisone acts like an inflammatory and blocks the pain. I was on it for 17 years so they wanted me off it to prevent it from destroying my bones or giving me diabetes. They can't really do much for the pain without causing more harm to liver and kidneys. He has me on Tramadol which helps.

I am ok, I am just taking all of this one day at a time and trying to stay positive but please keep me in your prayers and thoughts.

thanks!
November 23, 2008 - Sunday 
1999
Date Unknown - Started running

2000
6/22/00 - Transplant Games, won first medal, Bronze in 1500 race walk
6/22/00 - Transplant Games, 200 m Silver

2004
7/30/04 - Transplant Games, first attempt at 400 m won Silver, 2:28

2005
March 05 - Started running again after not doing it since 2000
August 05 - Ran 400 for the first time during training

2006
6/19/06 - Transplant Games, 1500 m race walk, won 1st Gold
6/19/06 - Transplant Games, 400 m Silver, new PR 1:51
9/9/06 - Ran my first mile
9/29/06 - Ran 2 miles
10/9/06 - Ran 3 miles
10/12/06 - Ran 4 miles
10/22/06 - Ran 5 miles
11/12/06 - Ran 1st 5K, 34:54
11/18/06 - Ran 6 miles
11/26/06 - Ran 7 miles
12/2/06 - Ran 8 miles
12/10/06 - Ran 1st 10K, 1:20
12/17/06 - Ran 10 miles

2007
1/22/07 - Ran 13.1 miles
4/21/07 - Ran 2nd 5K
5/6/07 - Ran 1st Half Marathon, 3:11
6/5/07 - Ran 15 miles
6/23/07 - Ran 20 miles
10/6/07 - Ran 23 miles
10/28/07 - Ran first full marathon (26.2 freakin miles!), 6:06
10/28/07 - New half marathon PR 2:49

2008
3/16/08 - New mile PR 9:45
4/9/08 - New 400 PR 1:40
7/13/08 - Transplant Games, 5K Silver, new PR 31:47
7/14/08 - Transplant Games, 1500 m Gold, 8:13
7/14/08 - Transplant Games, 400 m Gold,  new PR 1:34
7/14/08 - Transplant Games, 800 m Silver, 4:11
7/14/08 - Transplant Games, 200 m Gold, new PR 42.31
12/19/08 - Started back running after being off for a month due to dr's orders
Total Miles for the year - 946

2009
November 21, 2008 - Friday 
It has been a roller coaster for me for the past 4 months. I hadn't seen Emory in years, I usually would get my labs once a year to every 6 months and everything always checked out great.

In August I got my mom a blood pressure kit because she needed a new one. I decided to test it out and got a high reading. I then kept a week long log of readings throughout the day to see if it was a fluke or something, nope they were all high. I had been having bad headaches long before this but never put two and two together. I just assumed it was from the heat and me running despite drinking tons of water.

I woke up on a Saturday morning with my head killing me and lacking energy, I checked my blood pressure and saw it was really high so I called Emory and had them page one of the PA's to see what they wanted me to do. She told me to make an appointment and come in so I did.

On the morning of the appointment the bottom number was 116, I figured they would probably admit me. Dr. Heffron came in and I told him I didn't belong here that I'm supposed to be his healthiest transplant patient. He laughed and went to check my labs. My creatinine was 1.5 which is probably exceptable for most transplant patients but mine had never been that high so they were concerned. Come to find out later, my Cyclosporine level was extreamly high so they lowered the dose and put me on Norvasc for the high blood pressure.

For three weeks I had hell adjuesting to the Norvasc because I was always sleepy, dizzy and my legs would swell. I had no energy to speak of. This eventually got better and my creatinine went down to 1.2. My new doctor, Dr. Parekh decided to go ahead and take me off prednisone since I was only on 2mg every other day. You would think, oh great things are getting better, not the case.

Around month two of being off the prednisone, my joints, bones and basically my whole body started hurting and aching. I continue running although not at my best, I was still ok to do it and it was helping me take my mind off most of what has been going on. Doctors told me as long as I felt up to it that I could keep doing it so I did. For two lab sessions my liver numbers were high and had gone up more so they had me come in the following two weeks and said if they were still high they wanted to do a liver biopsy.

Luckily numbers are still high but went down so he decided not to do a biospy for now. I told him about the aching and he assures me its me adjusting to being without prednisone and says it'll pass. He asked me where it hurt the most, I said my hips. I had been having issues there for sometime now before going off prednisone but now it is a lot worse. He now wants me to get an MRI and bone scan so I'll be doing this on December 16th, and getting labs again same day.

In the meantime he has said he doesnt want me running till we knew what the MRI would show. I had really wanted to do the Georgia Marathon in March but it is looking as though that wont happen. I am hoping MRI shows nothing serious and I can continue running. I have no idea what I would do if they told me I had to completely give it up. If I am cleared and can continue I want to at least try to do the Georgia half marathon. Till then, after seeing Emory once a week or every other week since August, I am now given a month free of them.

My picture and one of my medals from the transplant games is going to be placed in the Transplant Clinic.

July 20, 2008 - Sunday 

Copied from the games website....3 golds and 2 silvers

This had to be the most bizarre and amazing Games EVER. This was my fifth Games, and normally I am either last or close to it when I run. Two years ago, I was barely able to run the 400. This year, my time was a lot lower! The credentials I received upon my arrival said "Athlete," something I never pictured myself. But this year I lived up to its status.

I showed up at the 5K only to find they didn't have me on the sign-up list. I would have to be re-registered as a non-athlete, which meant I couldn't qualify for a medal. Fortunately, the problem was fixed. I went to the start and I wasn't feeling so hot. I thought it was just nerves but it was dehydration. I had a good pace for the first two miles but felt like I was going to get sick so slowed way down for the last mile. I was getting near the end and saw the clock at 30 minutes. I took off in full sprint, trying to stay within my 30 minute goal—but I didn't make it. I finished 31 minutes with a 10:15 minute mile pace. When I finished, I was taken over to the medical area, where I drank some water with Gatorade.

I learned that I won the silver. My friend DeAnna got the gold. Dara won the bronze. Chris Klug, the first transplant recipient to compete in the Olympics, winning a bronze in snowboarding, presented the medals to me and DeAnna. Afterwards, I went back to my room to recover. I needed to rest since track was the next morning and I didn't want to be sick.

I showed up at track and decided to try to get through my events as best I could. I waited for the 1500 run to start. My nerves were worse than ever. I was trying to breathe and relax. I kept reminding myself not to go out too fast but as soon as I heard the gun, I took off. I was ready to pass out at the finish. I walked off the track and Tom E. came over and had me rest my head, making sure I was alright. I was still there when they called out the results over the speakers—and announced that I won. I sat straight up and looked at Tom. I knew I won but I don't think the reality of it hit me until I heard it. I got back on the track to run the 400 but saw that my age group was already running, and I had missed it.

Luckily, the race director allowed me to run with another age group, taking my time and comparing it with the times in my age group. They announced the results and I won again, with a time of 1:34—down from 1:51 during the 2006 games. I went back to the podium and got both my medals. Next I ran the 800 and got the silver.

When that was over, it was time for me to run the 200. I wanted to win this race since my first Games back in 2000—but it never happened. I wasn't even going to sign up for it this year but something kept telling me to go ahead. I really don't remember what happened during the race. When it was over, one of the girls congratulated me and said I won! I thought there is no way this is happening to ME! I got up and walked over to the podium to confirm. Tom H. told me that the girl who got silver started out in the lead and was about to pass me—right before I crossed the finish. When I received my medal, I had tears in my eyes. I have been waiting for this day for eight years. I left the track exhausted, but with my bling.

The closing ceremonies were touching. I tracked down Tom H for a picture. I had my medals on and he said, "Oh wait, I need to get my bling out because I am not getting shown up by a rookie!"

November 7, 2007 - Wednesday 

At last, thought I would finally update this thing! It took me 6 hours and 6 minutes but I ran the entire obnoxious 26.2 miles! Scroll down to see story :o)

Last September, I ran my first mile...ever and that is what provoked me to lose my mind and do this. I wanted to see how far I could go. Also, being a transplant recipient, I wanted to show other recipients that you can do whatever you want and not to think of yourself as "sick". Going by some of my training runs, I wasn't expected to finish in that time at all. It was more like 7 hours or longer. There is the 14th street bridge that you have to be at by 1:15. If you are not, then you're picked up by the sweeps bus and not allowed to finish. I was almost worried sick rather I would make it or not. I know my half marathon that I did back in May was 3:11 but chose not to time myself during any of my training because I didn't care and figured if it was really meant to happen then it would.

~*~*~ RACE DAY! ~*~*~
I woke up around 5 to pee (again), then tried to go back to sleep but couldn't so about 5:45, I just got up. I had some breakfast and sat there watching TV as I ate it. I already attached my bib to my shirt the night before so it would be ready to throw on. I had two of them, one with my number and another to write whatever I wanted on it and wear it on my back. My friend Tom's sister had been waiting for a kidney transplant for over 3 years and got the call 4 days before the marathon. So, I wrote on it "TERRI *4* JANET HENRY". The back of my running shirt said "Liver Transplant Survivor - July 2, 1991". I put on my Arkansas Razorback pin, which I always wear in honor of my donor. Once I got everything on, I looked at myself in the mirror and that's when it hit me what I was about to do. I walked back into the living room and Alison asked if I was ready to run. I said I hope so, this is about as ready as I'm going to get. I threw on my sweatshirt I bought to toss during the race. It got tossed in the middle of mile 4, I think. I had Alison attach my chip because I was too nervous to do it. With that done, out the door we went. She dropped me off where the shuttle was picking us up to go to to start. We both got out of the car and hugged each other. I started crying and she said this is it, you did the hard part, this would be easy.

I walked over to the starting area and found my corral. I just stood there for what seemed like the longest. I was shocked at how many people were registered. It all kind of reminded me of being at the transplant games except with more people and I was probably the only transplant recipient there. All I could think was "omg what am I doing here? I'm going to die!" When they turned us loose, it took me probably 15 minutes to cross the start (guessing). I knew I didn't want to end up on the sweeps bus or even seeing the thing. I just told myself run like hell till you make it to mile 19 which is where the bridge is located. When I got to mile 10, I started freaking out about the bridge, thinking I wasn't going to make it. I wasn't aware of how fast I was running. I hadn't been looking at the clocks. When I reached the half way point, I looked up at the clock and saw it said 2:49. I looked at the marine standing next to it and asked, IS THAT ME?! She said yep!
I read somewhere that you run the first 20 miles of the marathon with your legs and the last 6 with your heart, that is where the real race happens. I guess this is true because the first 20 for me felt like nothing and the last 6 sucked to no end :o)

When I got to mile 19 and saw THE BRIDGE, I looked at my watch and saw I had made it with an hour and change to spare. I started crying because I knew I only had 7 miles to go and was going to finish from there. I purposely slowed down running across the bridge, taking it all in. I got to mile 23 and met Cecil who was from the MCM message board. He was supposed to run but had to have surgery right before and was there as a spectator. I stopped long enough for a quick hug and started crying then took off again. I ran under the tunnel and thought, I just want to lean up against the wall for two seconds but knew if I did, I wouldn't be able to make myself move again. I came up on the 25 mile marker and thought YES, this torture is almost over! Oh no, that last mile would not END! By then my back was killing me and I my leg started cramping on me bad. I didn't cramp any during training or the marathon...DON'T DO IT NOW!!!!! I think mentally thats when I started losing it. I started talking to myself. I said "That's it, i'm gonna stop, i'm not running another step!" The whole time I'm saying all this, I am still running. I wanted to stop but couldn't. I tried to remember all the training I did to get there. I also thought about my donor and Janet (Tom's sister). I was running along side another girl for a little bit and we were both whining about how bad it hurt. About that time I noticed the hill leading to the finish. I asked the girl, is that the finish or am I hallucinating? She said yep, that's it! I looked up at that hill and back at the girl. I said "I hate to leave you but, I can't take this anymore! I am so out of here! Congratulations, I'll see you up there." and took off as hard as I could up the hill and through the finish. I was met by the most cutest marine who looked at me and said "Congratulations" and placed the medal around my neck. That's when I broke down and totally lost it. I'm sure he appreciated that I cried on his uniform when I hugged him. I walked out of the finishing area, still with tears in my eyes...thinking ME...marathon...RAN...not dead! That's about it!