We’ve been home since Friday night and it’s so good to be here. Friends have stopped by and visited (and when I get tired I tell them it’s time for me to go to bed) and it’s warm and sunny and heavenly. However, I have been at my worst since the whole process began…really weak, finding it hard to get anything down, vomiting up anything that gets down, sleeping a lot, and losing weight every day. Not great. Jerry wanted me to call the doctor. I told him no. What I’m going through lots of people go through for weeks. They warned me that the last week of chemo/radiation and the first week home were most likely to be my worst. If I’m still pathetic by next Monday, I’ll call them and see what I should be doing that I’m not doing.
What I’m doing it taking it slow. I’m drinking smoothies made of kale, Ensure, yogurt, fresh fruit, and a scoop of powdered protein. All I can taste is the blueberries and raspberries…they go down and stay down and are loaded with calories and protein. I make a big one in the morning and sip on it all day. I know I need more but it’s a start.
And I’m walking …fifteen minutes in the morning, fifteen in the afternoon. I figure I’ll add a few minutes each day.
And I’m trying to get up off the couch every hour and do SOMETHING (I’m starting to set an alarm)…throw a few dishes in the dishwasher, throw some laundry in the dryer, put a few more things away (bags are unpacked). Little things…nothing too strenuous, trust me. I have turned into a serious couch potato.
I’ve loved seeing people. Florida friends have been by and slowly but surely I’m getting caught up on what’s going on around town. My friend, Kate Sullivan, a Wisconsin snowbird, stopped by yesterday…how wonderful to laugh and gab with her for awhile. Karen Rafferty, a dear friend from Longmeadow, stopped by this morning. Karen and I were hired for Center School at the same time…two newbies who became friends immediately and have remained so. I am so very grateful for all my friends…old and new..who have hung in there with me through all this. I’m the luckiest one…
Better days are coming. It’s gorgeous out and one of these days (tomorrow??) I might actually get to yoga. I thought I’d be there by now, but so far that seems way too much.
Two other pics…just fun ones I liked. Jerry continues to be the ever patient, perfect husband. How he does it, I’ll never know. He’s going out golfing with friends this afternoon. It’s probably the first thing he’s done for himself in months. I told him to go out for supper with the guys if they want to (Karen, we figure John needs company anyway) I’m not the most exciting dinner companion. Perfect weather for golf. None of the guys have been out in months so they’re warning each other that they aren’t up to their best…should be interesting to see if anyone can actually hit the ball.