March 4, 2011
The Good: Physio hurts, it feels awkward, it’s uncomfortable, and often times painful... but when I leave I can move better and I know it’ll help in the long run, I know it’ll get me back to being mobile, being me, and I’m happy about that.
On a side note, why does it have to be done in the basement of a Hospital, a basement of all places, it just gives it a creepy vibe... I’m just saying, basements are not meant for healing.
The Bad: March 16th floats around my brain like a dark stormy cloud threatens the start of a picnic, I do what I can to run away and not think, play some frisbee, tick tock tick tock... can we throw the blanket down or what???
March 16th is when I meet with the oncologists to review the pathology report from surgery and they decide/ recommend further treatments... I’ve read some people feel anxious when treatments stop; I don’t think I’ll be one of them, I’m anxious to start living again.
The What the ???: I haven’t done chemo for a couple of weeks so the hair has started to grow back, and for those of you who don’t know, I’ve got pretty dark hair so now I’ve got the GI Jane look going on, if I couldn’t kick your ass before, I can now J
Lessons Learned: There are so many reasons why I should want to trade places with someone, someone who’s healthier, cancer free, someone who’s chances for survival are better than mine... but I don’t, I don’t want to change places with anyone. I’m happy where I am, and I’ll be ok with wherever this takes me, as long as I can still be me, even if that me is a revised version of what once was...
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