Even having a little bit of hair is better than having no hair. My hair is about a half an inch long. It’s now eight weeks after the last chemo. It doesn’t seem to be growing any longer, just filling in, getting whiter on top.
I went to the beach again last weekend for a yoga retreat. Kathleen Perkins teaches a yoga class at Good Samaritan Hospital for cancer survivors. She does a twice yearly yoga retreat at the beach. I had to miss the one last October since I was still recovering from my mastectomy, but I was determined to go to this last one. I love Kathleen’s classes. It’s all about being calm and delving within. I’ve never been particularly talented at being calm, except during meditation. Her classes combine movement and meditation. Her voice is very soothing. It was a lovely weekend, not only due to the class but due to the women that attended. Most of us were in our fifties, not all were breast cancer survivors. There were survivors of multiple myeloma and survivors of colon cancer. Some were dealing with recurrences. I was the freshest from chemo of the lot. Some had eight or nine years since they were first diagnosed.
We stretched and did yoga, we walked on the beach, we chatted and ate. We had two houses near each other but cooked and met in one. I was at the party house. I had my own room which was a wonderful luxury indeed. It was another restorative weekend.
I rode home with Betty, who is a delightful woman, a nurse who is a couple of years younger than me. She’s facing a recurrence of breast cancer, metastasizing in her lungs. It’s such a harsh disease. I told her about my mother, who was diagnosed at stage four when it had already metastasized to her bones. I told her that my mother had lived for thirteen year after diagnosis. Betty was heartened to hear that. We talked about our terriers since we both adore terriers. Hers has since gone to its reward and mine is on her last legs but their spirits live on. We chanted Tibetan chants while driving through to mountains an marveled at the budding trees.
Worries
While at the beach, I discovered a new lump, this one on the site of my mastectomy. I couldn’t reach Howard or David and I didn’t tell anyone at the beach except Betty. I was upset but I used EFT to tap down my anxiety. I decided not to worry about it until I could see Dr. Pommier. When I got home I showed it to Howard and David who both opined that it couldn’t be cancer because it was so large and had appeared so suddenly. I had heard that before when in fact it turned out to be cancer so I wasn’t exactly reassured. But we shall see. I do know that there’s a lot of fluid in the area around the site of the lump, but the lump itself is very solid and unmovable. I go to see Dr. P tomorrow.
I went to the beach again last weekend for a yoga retreat. Kathleen Perkins teaches a yoga class at Good Samaritan Hospital for cancer survivors. She does a twice yearly yoga retreat at the beach. I had to miss the one last October since I was still recovering from my mastectomy, but I was determined to go to this last one. I love Kathleen’s classes. It’s all about being calm and delving within. I’ve never been particularly talented at being calm, except during meditation. Her classes combine movement and meditation. Her voice is very soothing. It was a lovely weekend, not only due to the class but due to the women that attended. Most of us were in our fifties, not all were breast cancer survivors. There were survivors of multiple myeloma and survivors of colon cancer. Some were dealing with recurrences. I was the freshest from chemo of the lot. Some had eight or nine years since they were first diagnosed.
We stretched and did yoga, we walked on the beach, we chatted and ate. We had two houses near each other but cooked and met in one. I was at the party house. I had my own room which was a wonderful luxury indeed. It was another restorative weekend.
I rode home with Betty, who is a delightful woman, a nurse who is a couple of years younger than me. She’s facing a recurrence of breast cancer, metastasizing in her lungs. It’s such a harsh disease. I told her about my mother, who was diagnosed at stage four when it had already metastasized to her bones. I told her that my mother had lived for thirteen year after diagnosis. Betty was heartened to hear that. We talked about our terriers since we both adore terriers. Hers has since gone to its reward and mine is on her last legs but their spirits live on. We chanted Tibetan chants while driving through to mountains an marveled at the budding trees.
Worries
While at the beach, I discovered a new lump, this one on the site of my mastectomy. I couldn’t reach Howard or David and I didn’t tell anyone at the beach except Betty. I was upset but I used EFT to tap down my anxiety. I decided not to worry about it until I could see Dr. Pommier. When I got home I showed it to Howard and David who both opined that it couldn’t be cancer because it was so large and had appeared so suddenly. I had heard that before when in fact it turned out to be cancer so I wasn’t exactly reassured. But we shall see. I do know that there’s a lot of fluid in the area around the site of the lump, but the lump itself is very solid and unmovable. I go to see Dr. P tomorrow.
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