First day of work ... Fried!!!!
I really like the job; my co-workers and supervisor are wonderful. I had a good experience with all the residence I visited. However, near the end of my shift (keeping in mind it was only 3 hours long) I was fried!!!!! I actually ducked out 15 minutes early. I was so surprised that this little bit of activity would drain me so much. Physically I was great; my mind felt like it is shut down. I was weepy and dazed at the end of the shift. I have got mentally lazy. This was a real exercise for me.
So. There you have it. I know in time I will be able to do this. I need to do this!

Tomorrow I am starting a new job.
It is only a few hours a week at an Extendicare residence. It has been a year since I have worked. Norm has encouraged me to take my time, however, I am anxious to get back to my “normal” life. I am very excited but nervous at the same time.

The time is right.

My CT-scan showed mild increased soft tissue density. (sounds pretty vague, eh?)

The good news is there is no significant change since June.

This is a good thing.

No change, no worries.

They will continue to CT-scan every 12 weeks.

When the C-clinic booked my CT-scan they also booked a return appointment with the oncologist to discuss the results. I had my CT-scan last Thursday. My return visit is not until February 2nd. So, here I wait. I have blogged about "waiting" before. It is one of the hardest things to cope with when you are managing cancer.

Tests take time, healing takes time and medical resources take time to access.

I still struggle with that kind of patience. Waiting for life to unfold is hard for me.

"Be still in the presence of the Lord, and wait patiently for him to act." ~ Psalm 37:7 ~

Tomorrow is my birthday.

If I had been born a "Chevy" I would look like this.

That's me, "wonderfully different!"

I am bummed out!

Yesterday was my first 3 month (post treatment) appointment.

The oncologist had some concerns about some very tender spots in my abdomen and is sending me for another MRI. I offered up some explanations for the tenderness, maybe an ulcer?, or other mundane ailment?

One thing I have learned, is that the folks at the cancer clinic deal in absolutes.... no false hope chattiness.

So .... my "clean bill of health" has eluded me for now.....

Norm and I soaking up the Florida sunshine last week

On Tuesday, January 5th I go to see my oncologist. I know that cancer survivors measure these visits and declare their survival time. At what point in time do I begin counting my survivor time? One year ago I had surgery to remove the tumor. It has been 6 months since I had chemo and only 3 months have passed since radiation was complete.

I have decided any date is arbitrary.

Time flies.

It always has, but after cancer, you treasure the time you have and carefully make the most of it.