It is now eight days post chemo… the first treatment.
Although my arm burns still where the injection site was, I can still use it to paint, turns screws, scrub walls, and carry things.
Although my knees hurt as a result of the steroids, I can still climb a ladder, walk to the park, get on them to paint trim, and stand.
Although my lymph gland is still swollen with the tumor, it appears that I am still able to fight off infection, to heal cuts and bruises, and to ride a bike.
Although I have a bit of neuropathy in my feet, I can still walk, wear shoes, keep my balance, and carry on.
It is hard to believe I have cancer. I just don’t feel it. I don’t know why.
I can hardly wait to get up and going this morning. There is still so much to do at the townhouse – I wrote a list at 5 this morning so I would remember everything. I am excited to begin again. I was a mad woman yesterday. I forgot to eat until my son brought me a sandwich at 2 in the afternoon.
“You need a goal”, I remember my Mom saying to me in a dream a year ago.
My goal to finish work on the townhouse by Saturday has kept my mind off cancer and on to something that is positive, productive, and physically demanding.
It is still too early to rattle the cages at my house in terms of getting David ready for school, and Ben ready for another day of work. I guess that’s a good thing as it allows me to reflect on the lesson I have learned about hard work and goal-setting. Who knew that setting a goal like this one would allow me to “live” again?