Today marks an important milestone. I’m officially six months post-chemo.
I’d be lying if I told you it’s been all sunshine and lollipops. The recovery is so frustratingly slow. I’m back to work full time as of March 1st. But just in the last couple weeks I’m finally starting to have energy in the evenings after work. I’m not where I want to be, or where I thought I would be. I’m definitely learning patience! It’s just incredible how much chemo really takes out of you.
But things are getting better. I can walk Mischa and chase her around the yard. I’m starting to find an interest in things I enjoy, like trying new recipes and blogging. I no longer need a nap on both Saturday and Sunday. And if I’m really feeling good I even walk on the treadmill or around my neighborhood. The way I feel varies from day to day, but there’s a clear, upward trajectory.
Most importantly, I snapped this photo a couple days ago. I’ve mentioned before that I don’t recognize myself. Not in photos, not in the mirror, and certainly not in my physical limitations. But I saw this selfie, and for the first time in almost a year, I thought, “Oh, there I am.”
