I have been beating myself up a bit and getting frustrated because I am still feeling washed out. Yes, I have turned the corner and am sure I am heading in the right direction, but I can’t find the accelerator or even the forward pedal. Progress is so so slow – and so am I! My legs are still weak and wooden feeling – I feel like Pinocchio – before he became human! Walking is tiring and going up or down stairs is exhausting. The neuropathy in my hands continues to bug me too. Radiation is ok so far though I am feeling quite nauseous and Twang Arm is getting stiffer.
Then I realise that it is only 3 weeks since the last chemo. Time for another small celebration – if it wasn’t finished then I would have been back today for another session! It also means that I should really start to feel improvement as I leave the chemo, particularly the cumulative effects of 8 sessions, further and further behind.
I guess that 3 weeks is not so long really and that I should just be a bit more patient and happy to keep moving in the right direction. Having said that, however, having my own legs would be good to keep moving forward – enough of Pinocchio’s legs, time to swap back now!