Got back in the water for the first time in a month yesterday.
It felt good.
I took it very easy, completing abut 1/3 of my usual workout, and even that wore me out a bit.
Still, the physical exercise does wonders not only for the body, but the mind and soul as well.
And, it was REALLY nice to get back to some sort of a routine, even if that routine is an abbreviated version of my regular day. It makes me feel 'normal'. Well, normal for me.
Plus I've got a huge group of friends at the pool. It felt like going home again. If by home I mean a wet, humid, chlorine-filled environment.
Every day is a little better. I know I'll have my ups and downs, as everyone does, but it's nice to see some progress.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Monday, August 8, 2011
Damn Cancer. Always with the problems.
Well, the nausea and fatigue didn't really go away - it just changed patterns.
That should not be allowed by the rules.
I like my life like I likes me womenz: Strong, dark, and bitter.
No wait, that's not right. That's coffee. OH! I know! I like my life to be somewhat consistent.
Stop laughing.
Anyway, I'm still experiencing some secondary side-effects. They get worse, then they get a little better giving me some hope that I'm on the downhill side, and then they get worse again.
I can handle the discomfort. I can handle the pain. I can handle the nausea and fatigue.
What I can't handle is every time I go to the bathroom wondering if the next time I'll have to be cathed. Interesting, because I've become a tad phobic about being cathed. (You can't see me right now, but I gots me a case of the 'willy-shivers' going on.) And it's so stupid, because I've been cathed quite a few times and while uncomfortable, it really isn't that big of a deal.
So, this will be the pattern for the next few months to a year. Although, if I can make it a couple more weeks, the odds that I'll have to have 'the tube' drop significantly.
I think it's more the idea than the physical actuality.
But, that's a hell of a lot of life, isn't it? The reality is often much more benign than thoughts that precede. Stupid humans.
There have been a couple of times over the last few days when I wondered if I'd selected the right treatment. With surgery it would have been done. Over. On to recovery.
Now it's like pulling a splinter out of your finger ever so slowly.
Of course with surgery it would have been like amputating the finger to get the splinter.
Damn cancer. Always with the problems.
That should not be allowed by the rules.
I like my life like I likes me womenz: Strong, dark, and bitter.
No wait, that's not right. That's coffee. OH! I know! I like my life to be somewhat consistent.
Stop laughing.
Anyway, I'm still experiencing some secondary side-effects. They get worse, then they get a little better giving me some hope that I'm on the downhill side, and then they get worse again.
I can handle the discomfort. I can handle the pain. I can handle the nausea and fatigue.
What I can't handle is every time I go to the bathroom wondering if the next time I'll have to be cathed. Interesting, because I've become a tad phobic about being cathed. (You can't see me right now, but I gots me a case of the 'willy-shivers' going on.) And it's so stupid, because I've been cathed quite a few times and while uncomfortable, it really isn't that big of a deal.
So, this will be the pattern for the next few months to a year. Although, if I can make it a couple more weeks, the odds that I'll have to have 'the tube' drop significantly.
I think it's more the idea than the physical actuality.
But, that's a hell of a lot of life, isn't it? The reality is often much more benign than thoughts that precede. Stupid humans.
There have been a couple of times over the last few days when I wondered if I'd selected the right treatment. With surgery it would have been done. Over. On to recovery.
Now it's like pulling a splinter out of your finger ever so slowly.
Of course with surgery it would have been like amputating the finger to get the splinter.
Damn cancer. Always with the problems.
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