I typed this all in once, then the puter blipped. Sigh -
But I have learned this past week the importance of taking care of ourselves. I had my final infusion and apparently forgot that I am technically still "in treatment" with chemo running through my system.
I did too much and caught the tiniest, itty-bitty cold. Which overnight turned into fever, burning throat, crusty eyes, and oh-so glamorous things dripping from my nose. And being immune suppressed, I got sooooo tired.
Hauled myself to the onc. Got antibiotics and a lecture. "I'm much better now." Well, at least I've pulled myself off the sofa. But I've decided I have the energy of the doorknob.... when focibly turned in the appropriate direction, then pushed or pulled, I can function.
Seriously though, it was something of a wakeup call. No matter where we are in this lovely breast cancer cycle, we need to take care of ourselves. We need to rest, eat healthy, and the dreaded E word - exercise.
I realized as I put on my bra this morning and automatically shoved at the prosthesis, that I have adapted to being lopsided. I need to adopt healthy living into my day as ordinarily as my bra. Being okay with being one-sided and having had my final infusion doesn't give me the freedom to neglect my health. I need to be responsible for me for the many years to come.
Hmmm, wonder how many pile-ups can I cause the lap runners if I show up at the gym bald and one-boobed???
Take care of yourself and be well.
