“Give me eight more!” Tamer grinned delightfully at me and I did.
The one dreaded exercise that I knew would come came yesterday. The Burpee!
Still after fourteen days I am down 2 lbs. and have lost 2 inches off my waist, 1 inch off my hips, thighs and arms.
Not a bad start at all.
My trainer has been focusing on some really intense exercises so today my posterior feels extremely tight.
I am getting back into the flow, back into the groove.
I am again pursuing the idea of enjoying optimum health on every level.
It has been an extraordinarily busy week. Lately they’ve all been rather crazy. What I’m finding is that my ability to organize my time effectively is returning in a big way.
I’ve been thinking about some of the challenges over the last year. Chemotherapy does a number on you, not just physically but with your memory. I was in a fog. I’ve spoken about this before but for those who’ve never gone through Cancer treatment, and I pray you never do, let me assure you that this was one of the most frightening aspects to treatment.
When you can’t recall what you were doing a few minutes ago, when everything that is around you is registering then fading into an abyss of thoughts and ideas that just can’t be retained for any length of time, let me assure it will scare the hell out of you.
And I worked throughout this ordeal.
I am still trying to undo some of things I did with the accounting posts at the engineer’s office. I’ve almost got everything corrected. At the time trying to piece together the things that I’ve been doing for well over a decade, the things that I could do typically without much thought were extremely challenging.
I had developed a strange logic back then. I was forgetting GST payments, I was reconciling bank statements by changing certain posts to match what I thought was the correct version of the money trail.
Because I couldn’t recall quite how to do it and I was absolutely terrified to tell anyone this. And the biggest fear was that I wouldn’t recover from this, that the sharp mind I’ve always enjoyed would be lost to me.
I wrote a lot during this period, particularly on this forum. It was a way to release.
At times it’s odd for me to read some of the passages back. Even while I was in it, a part of me refused to accept what was happening to my physical body.
I was chatting with a friend last night who was going through breast cancer treatment last year as well. As she so eloquently stated, ‘Cancer is one big mind-fuck!”
Indeed it is.
And as I’ve stated before, the Cancer Agency has a tendency to treat patients like mindless cattle. Much of the information that I gained to assist with certain side effects was not offered by the Cancer Agency but rather discovered by my own research.
A few of the doctors didn’t like how inquisitive I was. I do want to say right off that I am grateful for the health care that I have at my disposal.
What I realized, however, is that cancer is a business and big one at that.
Last week on the news a piece was done on a woman who had a rare cancer and the medication that she was taking cost $3,000.00 per month!
She refused to let her husband sell their house to pay for the medications and opted to go off treatment and subsequently died.
To me this is criminal.
Then, rather hypocritically, a family decided to listen to their young daughter’s request and stopped chemotherapy. The hospital is now taking the family to court insisting that they are not looking out for their child’s best interest.
When you think of the millions of dollars that is raised for cancer on an annual basis, why is a portion of those funds not set aside to assist those who cannot afford the cost of treatment? Why are the drugs not free?
Considering how much is given to charity annually, and it is an exorbitant amount, should the payback not be free medications?
Perhaps this is a question that should be raised. Oh, I have know doubt the huge pharmaceutical companies who received the majority of these funds for ‘research’ will throw up the smoke and mirrors about the cost of said research.
But surely then with all the funds we’ve provided to them have we not paid our dues?
On the upside I am officially wigless! Yup. I went for my first haircut in well over a year. I had it shaped and styled and I like it.
This is a photo of me taken during the Rick Hansen 25th Anniversary Relay.
It was a very humbling experience.
Of course this morning when I attempted to do my own hair…well, let’s just say I need to practice up.
I want my health back. I want all the things I was beginning to enjoy back and I’ll have it.