2 Months On

When people ask me how I am, I answer, Fine , still tired a lot of the time. Thats the boring truth of my situation. It is not the overwhelming, disabling fatigue that I experienced while I was on the chemo, it is simply feeling tired and needing to rest most afternoons. I know, I know, lots of people have a siesta in the afternoon and many more would like to but can't. But I don't want to rest, I want to go full speed ahead.
A few weeks ago I asked my doctor how long before this tiredness disappears and she said, up to 3 years. Damn!! It is a depressing thought for me. I know, I know, I am lucky to be alive and healthy and 14 months after the original diagnosis I have no sign of any cancers. I think my grumpiness about the need to rest is that I am worried that this will be the pattern of my life from now on. Yours in grumpiness.

I published this post and then read Doug's blog, Doug was the husband of Jane Eastman who died on June 3rd this year after a very long struggle with bowel cancer. http://dougtaro.blogspot.com/2008_06_01_archive.html
After I read a few of his posts I felt that what I had written above was petulent. This is the rollercoaster that I am. I am now sitting with my 4 year old grandson on my knee while I type one-handed. I have arranged to meet 2 of my sisters for a walk near the beach and to have coffee after.

Grandkids, a great reason to be happy.

Construction site Luca, Pippa In sink , Little Ezri