My expectations of how quickly I’d recover from my last cycle of chemo may have been a bit high. Rather than springing back to my usual zippy self on the evening of the sixth day, as before; it took until today to feel like that self again. Yesterday found me still weeping and wimpy. Today, that person in the mirror with the gleam in her eye is back, just a balder version than before.
Was it me, or did the stars just snap back into alignment today? The things I set out to do, from dealing with work craziness to cleaning and filling the pond with fish, seemed easier to accomplish. Even tidying up after my lunchtime rosebush pruning marathon was fun. While my strength isn’t completely back (I discovered this while trying to hoist one end of a cast concrete bench to the porch), making it from point A to point B without having to rest is once again possible. I mean this in all ways; physically, mentally and emotionally. The idea of WEEKEND(!) seems delicious now that the zest for home improvement has returned. Our two dogs are following me around again, but you could see the question marks over their heads when I sprang out of bed this morning. I think they got used to my sedentary guise of a large, heated pillow; constantly available to snuggle against for those mid-morning, mid-afternoon and all night naps. I suppose it’s good that even my post-chemo wiped-out self is useful to someone.
Although I’m raring to go, my wife needs to spend time resting due to pulled muscles. While I was making like a sloth during our trip to our cabin, she was dashing around cleaning up a winter’s worth of dust. Now she needs some hammock time. It’ll be my pleasure to provide massages (our house already smells like Ben Gay) and refreshments, as long as it takes her to recover. Hey, now that I’m back, I’m up for almost anything. And it is great to be back, however long that lasts!