Sometimes when we are in the midst of difficulties or hard times it is hard to remember that things actually DO get better. Time is a great friend. I learned this again and again but always seem to conveniently forget when I am particularly miserable.
An example of this is two months ago.
Two months ago I didn't think I would be capable of anything again. Bilateral mastectomies, axillary dissection and recon. Eight hours on the operating room table and then the only thing I can tolerate for pain is Tylenol. I did stay firm and broke free of that hospital as fast as possible and that was a plus. But home or hospital you still can't really move your arms that well and damn it hurts.
This all took place on March 6th.
This weekend, May 5th and 6th, exactly two months to the day, I did the following:
1. washed my car
2. started my garden
3. mowed the lawn
4. wore a tank top
5. watched a soccer game and a baseball game
6. had fun
Two months ago I was laid up with four drains, this weekend I looked great in the tank top thanks to the genius plastic surgeon I am blessed to have. A man even tried to pick me up in CVS... I never knew CVS was a singles joint!
What a difference a couple of months makes, eh?
I am omitting something. I just remembered. I also started chemo two weeks ago.
I told you the Beast wasn't going to take away my summer!
Anyone out there reading this facing chemo, surgery or a new diagnosis... it gets better. IT REALLY DOES. And oh, how the Beast hates that!
And pissing off the Beast is my favorite pastime of all.