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| Cheering Squad in a Vase. Thanks, my brother & sister-in-law |
Leaving Radiation Today
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| Mack truck, left Me, right |
Familiar with the saying, “I feel like I’ve been hit by a Mack truck”?
I don’t think I have ever felt like this before. This is not tiredness. It is not even exhaustion. They call it “fatigue.” All I know is that a nap may take the edge off but won’t fix it. Whoa.
How I Usually Roll
The realities of the two images above do not coincide and this does not bode well for my standard operating procedures. Plus, everyone yelled at me at dinner (yes, you did too!) saying they just want to help me. Oh, I hate this. I hate saying “I can’t.” Because no one ever rode a bike up a big hill by starting with “I can’t.” But this isn’t your my typical bike ride.
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| It feels more like this |
I talk like I’m some big shot rider, but I have a long way to go before I’m riding hills, then distance with hills. I don’t care, I just love it. I was starting to build some real endurance and strength for the road, too. Dang!
Oh. If you ever pull your chemo needle out of your vein by mistake, the nurse will come running when they hear you say, “uh-oh uh-oh uh-oh.” (Put away your envy– not everyone can be this talented.)
Thanks for reading.