Hello Healthy Humans,
I feel wonderful.
The last few days I have been feeling so close to my old self that I am jumping for joy (internally of course - dont want to be considered a total berk! ) Not to get all preachy, but this state of well being is now such a precious commodity to me that as I lose it and regain and lose it and (hopefully) regain it over it the coming months, I dont think I will ever take it for granted again. When I am lucky enough to have it returned to me on a temporary long term basis after all this cancer stuff is over, then I will cherish its presence in a manner I never have before.
Following the first two days of mild inconvenience, the next five days were seriously tough going. But by days 7 & 8, I started to improve and by day 9 (Friday just gone, I was as good as gold, top of the tree, fighting fit and whatever other positive health cliche you can think of.
I cannot tell you how happy this has made me. Well actually I can. In fact I am. Its in the blog so it must be true!
I expect that this sense of well being will continue until my next treatment, which is June 20th. Although I have had a few new symptoms reveal themselves over the past few days, none singularly or collectively have had sufficient impact to lay me low.
It is oft said that the body is an amazing thing and indeed from my perspective, I can only concur. Within the context of the effects of chemo, I have found it incredible that the body seems to order and queue the symptons so that they impact over a series of days rather than concurrently. Presumably if the symptoms were to take hold or impact all at the same time, you probably would want to top yourself. It is as if this thinking machine knows and understands what the body can tolerate at any given time and enables that threshold to be met but not exceeded.
My brain seems to be acting like this gate keeper to my body, allowing only certain symptoms through a certain gate at a particular time into the play ground of cells, bloodstream and organs to run amock for a specified period of time. To have their fun and create their chaos, then be rounded up and told to leave the playground because it's other symptoms turn to play.
So the nauseauous and fatigue urchins came to play first, followed by the temperature surges and chills chill'un. The came the diaorrhea devils, and the mouth ulcers brats, all the while I had the bad taste & cottom mouth kids hang around for the duration. Some of the other minors have included low level head and neck pressure, where my hairline meets my neck, and even some greater than usual vagueness. Though some would say this is a 'normal state' for me.
But all things considered people, it has been a lot easier than I expected.
What I dont know is how much worse it gets as the stuff impacts over time on your system. Is there an accumulative effect of its respective power, in either the strength or the duration of the symptoms? Will I continue to have so few bad days ? Will I continue to enjoy so many good days? Apparently we won't know until we know. Each medical, nursing and clinical person that Siobhan and I meet, reinforce the notion that each patient responds so uniquely, that generalisations about effects should be avoided.
As you would all know, as a person certainly not given to mass generalisations (such as all Collingwood supporters are yobs, or all Essendon football department staff are cheats !), I will wait and see what the next cycle brings.
In the meantime people, join me.
Look closely at all that you have.......
.........life is good.
Lotsa
Kelly x
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