It’s been a week since I’ve rung that bell signifying the end of treatment. It’s wonderful to be done. But it’s been a pretty typical post-treatment week. I start out feeling decent only to crash by the weekend.
It left us wondering how long until I start to feel human again. Radiation says I should notice an improvement within two weeks. Chemo can take much longer. They say it takes at least as long as your treatment was.
Sunday, I felt like I would never feel better. I was having a little “poor me” moment. The weather is nice, my yard is calling my name, but I’m too tired. It’s moments like this I always think of my Grandpa Harrison. He always said, “if you’re tired, get up and do something”. He was a workhorse.
It’s amazing the difference a day (and grandpa’s words ringing in my head) makes. Monday I woke up feeling good. I managed to do the dishes, clean and rearrange Arden’s bedroom and make lunch. Afterwards, I still felt great. So I mowed the lawn and gave a couple a shaggy dogs their summer haircuts. We finally stumbled back inside for dinner around 7pm.
I know it’s barely Tuesday morning and I’m writing this from my cozy bed. But I feel good, dare I say great. I’m tired. But the good tired. That I’ve worked outside kind of tired. I love this tired!
“It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:22-23
It left us wondering how long until I start to feel human again. Radiation says I should notice an improvement within two weeks. Chemo can take much longer. They say it takes at least as long as your treatment was.
Sunday, I felt like I would never feel better. I was having a little “poor me” moment. The weather is nice, my yard is calling my name, but I’m too tired. It’s moments like this I always think of my Grandpa Harrison. He always said, “if you’re tired, get up and do something”. He was a workhorse.
It’s amazing the difference a day (and grandpa’s words ringing in my head) makes. Monday I woke up feeling good. I managed to do the dishes, clean and rearrange Arden’s bedroom and make lunch. Afterwards, I still felt great. So I mowed the lawn and gave a couple a shaggy dogs their summer haircuts. We finally stumbled back inside for dinner around 7pm.
I know it’s barely Tuesday morning and I’m writing this from my cozy bed. But I feel good, dare I say great. I’m tired. But the good tired. That I’ve worked outside kind of tired. I love this tired!
“It is of the Lord's mercies that we are not consumed, because his compassions fail not. They are new every morning: great is thy faithfulness.”
Lamentations 3:22-23