This could be me in a few days. Seriously. I have signed up for a Cancer & Yoga class. I do not think we take our cancer out and contort it into implausible positions but it is a thought. No. Rather it is billed more as a Gentle Stretching for The Incapable Among Us. Or something like that. I am quite looking forward to it. I have long been told I need to do yoga or pilates or some such thing as I have no balance and little core stability. For example, I cannot stand one leg. Or rather, I can only stand one leg while leaning against something. The days of giving my impersonation of standard lamp have lapsed. I did revive this performance only yesterday for a one woman audience but it was a sad shadow of its former self.
The Cancer & Yoga class is happening at my local Cancer Support Centre. Who knew such a place existed? I have only recently discovered it. For a small fee I enrol and am entitled to all manner of classes and whatnot. I also get access to even more complementary therapies than I am already currently in receipt of. I suspect the yoga class is the only thing I will do regularly as everything does involve a further fee. My hope is that the stretching will help with the very taut muscles left in my back following my surgery. Periodically they become quite uncomfortable and I really need to do something about them. The class meets on a Wednesday which is theoretically my best day of the week. I am hoping to be back from seeing The Doc in time for me to start this week.
Meanwhile, I have been a tad busy. Hence the silence. My Mum came down for a few days which was lovely. She has been itching to get her hands on me since I started chemo and finally all things came together. As always she was a whirling dervish of maternal care and energy. I have also been relishing my ‘good week’. I visited a friend in Shrewsbury yesterday (bliss!) and the Captain & I celebrated our wedding anniversary a week early. I shall be somewhat in disposed come the actual day so we had a fabulous lunch together on Friday while I was still able – carpe diem and all. What has struck me this time around is how much tireder I am getting. After a day of activity I have been too tired to do anything. Even write. And that is so not like me!