Sunday, September 23, 2012
Now, That's Better!
My shoulders haven't been so happy in over a month - and tonight, for the first time in ages, my muscles won't be complaining as I go to bed.
It'll take me a while to regain my exercise addiction, but today's fix felt great! Instant antidepressant.
It's been a good weekend.
I got to sleep in both days. (That almost qualifies it as a good weekend right there.)
I got my house cleaned, and aired out (thanks to the cool breeze coming through).
I got my laundry and grocery shopping done. (Aren't I just the best little do-bee?)
I saw friends, went for walks, and thoroughly enjoyed this first day of autumn.
I read a good murder mystery (an excellent way to take one's mind of one's problems, if I do say so myself).
I can even contemplate going into work tomorrow without wanting to crawl under the bed and stay there.
I've spent some time just thinking. Same old stuff. Who am I and where am I going? Do I know? Am I going where I want to go? The scare of the cancer's subsided for now - what do I want to do with these next few years of my life?
My cancer has given me a new awareness that continued healthy living is not a given. As much as I don't like to think about it, cancer comes back, and no one (yet) know why. Given all that, am I spending my life in a manner such that, if I found it had come back tomorrow, I would be content with how I had spent the last healthy days I had?
As awful as it sounds, and as much as I hate to admit it, part of me just wishes it would come back, and I could deal with the reality instead of my fears. Reality, I can face head on and fight. Fears, whispers and rumors are hard. If my hip aches, is it bone cancer, or just that I stretched it too far? If I cough, is it lung cancer, or just a side-effect of my allergies? I do tend to dwell on the sane and easy answers, but the fear still lurks in the background.
I have a good friend who's just celebrated her one-year anniversary after diagnosis. Unlike my cancer, hers has stolen the greater part of her life. They've treated it aggressively with chemo, but while the tumors shrink each time - and when they don't, they switch up chemo regimes - she has yet to be declared even temporarily cancer-free. The side-effects of the chemo have cost her much - she is yet unable to return to work, and some of the damage from the side effects will never go away.
Why her and not me?
I know - some things are not for us to know. But it still doesn't make sense, dammit! It's just not fair!
that I am God.
stop. breathe. relax.