(The following was originally posted on my Carepages blog for family and friends during my treatment.)
As of August 29. . .
It’s been 10 weeks since my last chemo.
Over 7 weeks since my surgery.
My hair is about 1/4” long on the top of my head—a little shorter on the sides, but filling in nicely. (Yes it is dark! A few stray strands of gray—as before). My eye lashes are growing back and my eye brows are about 2/3 back. (YES!)
Nevertheless, I still have numbness in my fingers and toes, still have days of no energy, and grumble about a few other lingering side-effects. It’s to be expected, I suppose, but I am not settling and tell my body daily to "get better."
I have started exercising. . . with one-pound dumbbells. I do five or six lifts, then I’m done, but will keep working. Tim and I are talking about joining a gym for the winter where we can start slowly and build up our stamina. I have now walked around the block on two separate occasions. That is a huge step in the right direction.
Tim’s surgery went well. He’s at that “a little bit crabby” stage, which means he’s healing fine and frustrated for not being back to perfect. (I will be two weeks on Wednesday.) The new nerve stimulator is working fine and he is, so far, very happy with it. He has learned no golfing for 4 weeks. He's sad about that, but it is a small price to pay for years of relief.
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