SylviaSylvia is the veteran of many surgeries for her heart. She’s also a breast cancer survivor. And she knows the value of exercise and its importance in recovery. She walks and hikes all over the place. She’s been coming to my house once a week for the past couple of months to walk me around. Yesterday we took a flatter route because my ankle was acting up, but we probably walked for forty five minutes. Afterward, she helped me straighten my office, mainly by giving me moral support and gently asking, “are you sure you want to keep that?” I’m always amazed at how much more energy I can put out when she’s here to inspire me. It’s the buddy system. On my own, I’m much less likely to get out and brave the elements.
Actually, this morning I was very content to lie in bed and watch the storm outside my window. I couldn’t help but be glad that I didn’t have to drag myself out of bed, get dressed and go to work. I like to say that I’ll ride through anything, but I really don’t like to ride when it’s raining sideways and freezing cold. At one point I watched the rain turn into snow, but it quickly reverted to rain again. Beth, on the other hand, decided to ride her bicycle to work. I have too many memories of being cold, wet, and miserable on a bicycle in weather like this. I know the theory that there is no such thing as bad weather, just inadequate clothing, but I remember cold gusts bearing stinging rain as I try to plow my way home on the bicycle without being blown off of it. Perhaps this is sour grapes because I’m not able to ride yet.
Chemo is tomorrow. I had hoped to be a little more energetic today, but I’m not. Each treatment knocks me a little lower. I’m so glad this is the last one.
Actually, this morning I was very content to lie in bed and watch the storm outside my window. I couldn’t help but be glad that I didn’t have to drag myself out of bed, get dressed and go to work. I like to say that I’ll ride through anything, but I really don’t like to ride when it’s raining sideways and freezing cold. At one point I watched the rain turn into snow, but it quickly reverted to rain again. Beth, on the other hand, decided to ride her bicycle to work. I have too many memories of being cold, wet, and miserable on a bicycle in weather like this. I know the theory that there is no such thing as bad weather, just inadequate clothing, but I remember cold gusts bearing stinging rain as I try to plow my way home on the bicycle without being blown off of it. Perhaps this is sour grapes because I’m not able to ride yet.
Chemo is tomorrow. I had hoped to be a little more energetic today, but I’m not. Each treatment knocks me a little lower. I’m so glad this is the last one.
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