The waves of cancer are receding now. Brief reminders of the storm still lie littered around the shore. The rocks of muscle weakness and the shells of oedema still serve as reminders of the fierceness of the squall. The sharks of death still circle, out to sea a little but eternally a reminder of the unpredictability of the weather of health. I may be in the eye now, steadily walking more and more starting to think about a return to the gym and hopefully, a return to some level of everyday fitness.
But some things have changed for ever. My diet, ever a question of hit and miss, is now much more vegetable and fruit orientated and I am trying to cut down on the caffeine, ever my weakness. I hope, and the word is hope, to return to work next week providing that the doctor passes me for ‘normal’ duties. That I will find out on Wednesday.
On Wednesday too the first of several checkups as well as an appointment to schedule the first of many scans. My
It is recovery though. Every day I can walk more, I am not so stiff when get up from my bed or from sitting down and standing is no longer something I think about. Just three weeks ago, three short weeks, I was walking with a stick, I was unable to stand for longer than a couple of minutes and emotionally was angry and frustrated.
The storm has abated: may the next one never come.