I’m excited for Monday.
Monday starts the fourth week after my last chemo. And you see, I’ll be further removed from chemotherapy than any time this summer since my first treatment April 30.
My attitude toward cancer and chemo has all along been fight the bastard, do as the doctor says, and push myself. Frankly, that was hard at times this summer but now it’s possible.
My energy level stills fluctuates but my breathing is better. I have attempted to do some things with my diet to aid my hemoglobin count which was way low (12.1) the day of my sixth treatment. That means consumption of lots of dark leafy green things, almonds, and I’ve even tried figs. I’ve discovered I’m not too big on figs.
I’m taking a multiple (age appropriate) vitamin daily. And that’s also something I’ve never done. But, I’m breathing better and don’t get winded as easily. I noted walking to the local farmer’s market this morning that I was less winded than the past couple of weeks.
So now I’m in a routine of getting out every day regardless and – you might say – intentionally trying to tire myself. I briefly saw my oncologist’s nurse yesterday and she praised the effort. Too many people want to sit around wait to feel better. That doesn’t make a bit of sense to me.