My New Normal
Wow. It’s been a while since I posted here. It seems like the last few months have flown by. It’s been a crazy, emotional, exciting few months.
I finished up my radiation treatments towards the end of May. Radiation was much easier on me than chemotherapy. My skin, 2 weeks after my last treatment, looked worse than when I finished up, which surprised me. Now, 3 months later, my skin in that area is slightly darker, but it has healed nicely.
Wow. It’s been a while since I posted here. It seems like the last few months have flown by. It’s been a crazy, emotional, exciting few months.
I finished up my radiation treatments towards the end of May. Radiation was much easier on me than chemotherapy. My skin, 2 weeks after my last treatment, looked worse than when I finished up, which surprised me. Now, 3 months later, my skin in that area is slightly darker, but it has healed nicely.
This summer I still maintained a much lighter schedule. My energy is coming back, but I know my
limits. I also know that one of the
reasons I am doing so well is that I don’t overdo it. I rest.
When I got sick last year, I cut out all of my “extra” busy commitments
that I had. I needed my energy to work
my job and to fight my cancer. I am adamant
about NOT getting so busy ever again.
All of those meetings, clubs, associations, and parties just don’t seem
as important any more.
I thoroughly enjoyed sitting in my backyard most mornings
having a cup of coffee…or three, lol.
Since our lake was redone a few years ago, it has really changed the
atmosphere in our yard. I love just
sitting out there, watching my 3 dogs enjoy themselves. I really think that pre-cancer, I would have
felt like I needed to be DOING something productive. I have decided that sitting and appreciating
God’s handiwork in nature and enjoying my precious dogs having a great time IS
doing something!
In July I went to Nashville for a few days on a Beachbody
trip. This was bittersweet to me. Last year when I went I had a cancer
spreading in me that I didn’t know about.
I was diagnosed about a week after my trip last year. It was wonderful seeing my Beachbody
family. I hadn’t seen most of them since
the trip last July. I paced myself. If I attended the morning sessions, I rested
in the afternoon so that I could go to the evening events. The next day, I slept in and skipped the
morning sessions and attended the afternoon ones. I listened to my body and had a wonderful
time.
I also attended my class reunion, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. My classmates rallied around me when I was diagnosed and I will never forget that. Many of them that I didn’t know very well in school, sent me messages and cards, telling me that they were praying for me. GHS Class of 81 rocks!
I also attended my class reunion, and I thoroughly enjoyed myself. My classmates rallied around me when I was diagnosed and I will never forget that. Many of them that I didn’t know very well in school, sent me messages and cards, telling me that they were praying for me. GHS Class of 81 rocks!
August was a rollercoaster of emotions for me. On August 7th I had my first Pet
Scan since I finished my treatments. I
had every reason to believe it would be clear, but that tiny voice kept popping
in my head with the “what ifs”. It was a
very emotional week, waiting for the results.
During that week, I had the anniversary of my diagnosis. I’m glad it all happened during the same
week. I got all of the worrying,
remembering and stress out of the way at once.
A flood of memories poured back in my head…..telling Dan, telling Ryan,
calling Debbie who was out of town, calling Steff and listening to her cry,
telling my Dad. Telling my Dad broke my
heart, because I knew what he was feeling.
The look on my brother’s face. I’m
so glad he was here and not in Germany.
All of those memories came flooding back, especially when I would try to
go to sleep.
Last week a Facebook memory stopped me in my tracks. It was a picture of me at my first
chemotherapy session. I was so
scared. I was smiling, but inside I was
so scared. I just wanted to run away and scream. If I could go back in time I
would tell myself “don’t be frightened. You can handle this. You’ve got an army
of people praying for you and you will be fine”.
Now, as I am finding a “new normal” in my life, I am
thankful. My two granddaughters are happy and healthy, and I have another granddaughter due in October. I am thankful for family, thankful
for friends, thankful for healing, thankful for life.
At my first treatment:
At my first treatment:
July 2016, almost one year later. Hair is growing back!
My backyard, my happy place