It is a hard pill to swallow to know that in a few hours, I would be right back where I was two weeks ago and the two weeks prior to that.
I was very anxious this morning. Some parts have gotten easier, but I think just the anticipation of feeling like junk is getting to me. The walk helped to take some of the edge off. My father arrived at my house a 10:30 to accompany me to my treatment and had a bunch of yummy food for me. It was his turn to join the 'party'. Dr. W. my oncologist and I like to say "lets get this party started." Probably a strange comment but it works for me. It certainly is not a party by any means.
The treatment seemed to move pretty fast today and again, totally uneventful. We were home before 3 which is great! I had spoken to a friend this afternoon and was trying to explain how this whole process felt. What came to mind was Ground Hog Day with Bill Murry. One of my favorite movies of all time. I feel like I'm finding a rhythm but no matter what, it's the same results and all the same cast of characters are there. For the most part, I can just predict the scene. One of my favorite characters is in the waiting room.
|He was eying my P.B. & J|
Some updates on the biking world. G and I went for a ride the other night. Me on my road bike - for the first time and him on his mountain bike.The arm still hurt but it felt great to be on the road bike. I had gotten this bike just for training but secretly, I also like riding on the road. Ok, well now it's not a secret.
|Yes, my road bike is pink. I told you I like pink!|
|Me attempting to take more pictures of myself riding.|
|Riding side by side- sort of.|
|Riding home at sunset- Tarrytown Lakes|