Hello again. Did you miss me? You just knew that I could not shut up for long though, didn’t you? It appears I need this blog more than I thought. Recently I have read a couple of other blog posts (here and here) on post treatment life which greatly encouraged me. I am not alone and that is really rather lovely. Thank you Sue & Laura ❤
I have decided this Return to ‘Normal’ Life is overrated. I seem to run better at the 2.3 miles per hour life on the canal afforded me. Since arriving back on dry land exactly 2 weeks ago I have been brought face to face with just how knackering everyday life is. Granted I have had my Mum with me since she has been recovering from cataract surgery. And that has involved trips to and from Oopnorthshire a couple of times. But even so.
Life post chemo/cancer treatment should not be about constantly avoiding one weepy outburst or another. And yet that is what seems to be happening of late. I am only ever one tissue away from becoming totally overwhelmed. I know this means I am too tired but managing that is not something I am doing very well at. Apologies to all and any who have been on the receiving end of one of my episodes. I think, basically, I should not be allowed out. Or allowed in. I think I should probably be confined in a darkened room, though that is worryingly appealing …
Thanks to Exemestane, every night’s sleep is broken multiple times which makes me think I never sleep deeply. Then again, it may not be the drugs, it may simply be good ol’ chemo fatigue. I career from one obligation to another without ever really feeling that I cope with any of them. I can control a certain amount of stuff, but not the relentlessness with which the unexpected occurs. I seem to only have the energy to cope with a crawling hand to mouth existence when really I would like to soar.
One day, maybe, perhaps.
I should add: I have a friend. He was receiving treatment for cancer a few years ago when I first met him. He experienced all sorts of knackeredness for some time after his treatment ended. This summer at an event we both attended, while I was snoozing in my bed, he was strutting his funky stuff all over the dance floor. He is my Ray of Sunshine and gives me hope.