Day 19, Treatment #1
Today was a pretty good day--the temperature was about 32 degrees, and I went outdoors for a run.
I started out trudging through the snow on the path the connects the two neighborhoods, then started a fast walk, going into a slow run. As I got a few blocks out, my thighs started to hurt. No big deal, that's happened before, just keep on, it passes. It didn't pass. Hm. What's up with this? Feels like lactic acid buildup. Usually goes away. Not going away. Ok, Kath. So you know you're out here, and have had chemo, and it's great that you're exercising, but don't push it. Ok. A few more steps, and I've convinced myself that it's ok to walk. I do, and after a few driveways, my thigh muscles are better. So I jog again. A block or two, and I have to walk again. Hm. What's up with this? And I find that I'm walking with my head down and I'm disappointed that I can't run. Whoa, Kath, pick you're head up. You're out here exercising, doing what you can. Heart rate's up, perspiring, good breathing, you're doing ok. Ok. My legs are better again, and I jog again, until I hurt again. And that's how my run went. Such opposite feelings--glad that I can and did, and disappointed that I had to walk at times. Thankful I could go outside in the first place.
When I got in and cooled off, I showered. I didn't pull my hair this morning, but more came out in the shower. There's not much left. Definitely will need headwear now.
So, I wore the shorter one today, to "see how it went". I guess it went ok. The girls at the nursing home smiled, said it looked real good. Their support and encouragement has been phenomenal--I go there every day, and they have been there with me since "sore breast days". I know they would be polite, but they are also genuine. It felt good to pass the first trial with smiles. It stayed on, too, when I bent over or put my head down.
I got down in front of mom in her line of vision and showed her my new wig. She wrinkled her forhead, looked at me, then put her head back down. I'm not sure what she was thinking...
When I left, I didn't put on a hat. The wind was light, but enough that it blew through the cap of the wig. So, if I have to walk the parking lot at work, I'll put my hat on. By the time I got to the car, I was thinking the adjuster strap on the inside of the cap might be a smidgen too tight, as I was trying to get a headache.
I was able to see the last bit of the Superbowl, and a few commercials. I had a couple of phone calls, then wrote here.
Monday and Tuesday are workdays, the Wednesday is Treatment #2.
Thank you all for reading. I appreciate every hug, prayer, wish for well-being, smile, and COMMENT. It's what's getting me through.