I had the first regular appointment with the oncologist today before chemo. When she asked how I’m doing, I proudly related how I’d been on a gentle hike/walk, jumped into an icy river, attended a pilates class, a yoga class and walked a 6km route.
She reprimanded me and I felt deflated.
So proud of myself. Yesterday I decided to (and did) enter the Spar Ladies Challenge. I’ve probably done 10 over the years. The last one I ran 10km. This time, I’ve entered the 5km intending to walk it. Today I tested myself and walked 6km in 70mins. I might crash later but that’s another story. I’ve been out of hospital as long as I was in (2 months)… to the day. What a way to celebrate a little milestone!
Before my diagnosis, I was taking this supplement to support muscle recovery while on a stringent exercise programme.
In hospital, I didn’t have the cognisance to be religious about it but I did take it again after I was discharged. I employed all the help I could get for a speedy recovery from the surgeries. I’m convinced my recovery was also aided by a good muscle tissue gained from the training.
The end of cycle 1 and almost 4 hours long! My brother joined me for part of the time which we Scrabble’d away enjoyably. I became tired and fell asleep after he left. When I returned home in time for lunch and to relax, it wasn’t long before I felt exhausted. I slept a dead sleep for a few hours in the afternoon. I guess my body takes a beating and needs time to absorb what’s happening with the drugs…
2 down, 16 to go. Today’s chemo session was a little daunting to watch.