This last week was a busy week. Our Block of the Month Quilt Show came off without a hitch on the 23rd of July and then there was a week of camping and craft classes.
I can't believe that quilt show was over a week ago! For so long I looked forward to seeing my quilt block ladies and the beautiful creations they designed. It was my focus, my much anticipated fun event, during chemotherapy, surgery and radiation. That goal kept me going: I had two quilts to finish and I wanted to be well the day of the show.
That is the reason for this post. You who may be experiencing radiation therapy need to know that it takes time to get your expected normal back. I still have mornings or afternoons and sometimes a whole day when I feel crummy with like morning sickness. I keep eating crackers, and then I'm okay. My ankles still swell. So I walk the neighborhood with my dog, ride my bike, and put my legs up in the recliner. Sometimes I feel bloated.
Radiation in my body did funky things with water. So this is the way my body reacted to radiation. Your reaction may be totally different. Perhaps you will be fatigued. I was not.
The problem is that people around me have no clue I am feeling lousy. They are ready for me to be my enthusiastic self, back into daily life where work and play and routines are handled with ease. I do my best, believe me. I want to be there for my husband, friends, family and students, and then suddenly I fear I will be ill, and crackers come to the rescue. Thank the good Lord for Ritz!
I am learning there are moments when I need to withdraw to rest. Or I need alone time to recoup and separate myself from the noisy activity around me. But it's difficult claiming that time. I have been away from regular life for so long that I don't want to miss a minute. Besides, folks depend on me.
Getting used to healing from this last year is my new challenge. I am still getting infusions once every three weeks. They are rebuilding my immune system. There are four more infusions on the calendar so I will be finished by the end of October. Then, the big bell is rung signifying the start of genuine recovery where I will no longer be putting something foreign into my body. Nurses tell me I may be back on track by the end of 2023. My initial reaction: that's just way too long!
I know better than anyone that I have run the gambit. You who are taking the cancer path know we have it rough because we fight for the privilege to live. That's the name of the game and it is not easy. Now with my making adjustments, being flexible, and practicing patience, God and I will work together to restore peace in the bodily house I so enjoy.
With faith as my foundation, I have travelled this journey, trusting God as my guide, every step of the way. His support is amazing. Most days He carried my troubles and made my load lighter. Now I am ready to walk in His love into the healing year ahead, setting new goals for growth while nurturing my health. I am up to the next new adventures, and you will be as well, one day at a time.
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