Maybe it's because I slacked off in drinking water (it helps to flush the poisons out of your system), but this weekend was one of the crappier weekends lately. My stomach has been somewhat upset, and that gross metal taste is VERY pronounced, making even water unpalatable. I keep telling myself that "this too shall pass" (See Alex? I do try to listen to myself...), and I am back to drinking copious amounts of water. Laying like a lump on the bed after veging out to one too many HGTV shows (how many Designed To Sell programs could you watch in a row?), I found myself thinking of the great places Ray and I will see this summer, when most of treatment is done. (After chemo, surgery and radiation is complete in early May, I'll still have Herceptin infusions every 3 weeks til next October. But the Herceptin doesn't have the same effects as the Taxotere and Carboplatin, in that its major downside is that it can damage your heart, but it doesn't mess up the rest of your body. I swear I'm going to have a party when they pull this port out of my chest next October.)
It's a very cool exercise to imagine every detail of hiking on the trail--how good you feel: how great it is to breathe deep, feel the wind on your face, your legs stretch, and just listen to the quiet around you. How beautiful it is! So I took a mental trip on Saturday, one that I will repeat for real in July, for sure.
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