I'm not promoting them, let's get that straight. PEDs definitely not. However, for the cancer patient they really mask the tiredness and combined with the right anti-nausea drugs. I almost feel like a hungover version of myself.
Today I HAD to go to the gym to fulfill my commitment to the exercise study, which involved me completing a full body workout, every muscle group. I felt OK going in, thinking I'd take it easy, which I for the most part did. Here's a pic of me at the end of the row of circuit machines. I am scrawny, but I'm smiling and I'm holding up my end of the deal here. I'm proud of myself. It's not always easy to do the things you'll say you'll do, but it's the difference between getting better and staying the same.
Pluses here, I haven't shaved my legs in a week and a half and they're silky smooth, my head doesn't sweat nearly as much without all that pesky hair. LOL.
So I did it. I'm not going to stop moving forward and pushing the limits of what feels possible. I'm not burning myself out, but I'm not going to be comfortable just sitting here fading away. I'm going to do everything I can to still feel like me. The gym is a big part of that. Feeling active and even though I'm skinny and weaker, I'm still me inside.
After the gym I helped Jason with chores and we took a little break and watched Shamelss. Quality Sunday afternoon guilty pleasure.
Then I decided it was time for this. A pedicure.
Deluxe with leg massage and full scrub. Apparently the next chemo treatment is awful on the nails, and painting them dark colours seems to help along with icing fingers and toes. Which I will do.
I have one more AC treatment before I switch to the Taxol. So I thought I'd treat myself while I still felt good.
Some days, I have the energy to put back into myself, to be positive and move ahead in a semi-normal fashion. Today was one. The sun was shining and the steroids made me feel like I could accomplish some things, so good for me and good for them.
Not all days are sad and tough ones with cancer, a lot depends on attitude and I think on days like today that I've got what it takes to make it through this battle, coming out on the other side wiser, stronger and more compassionate.
Again, I'm not pleased about having cancer, but the lessons it's teaching me about myself, and about what is possible with the right attitude. And about the resilience of the human spirit, are ones I am grateful for, indeed.
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