It's been about five weeks. Things are good, I really settled into work and life again, started hanging out with friends and doing normal things like having dinner and having people over to watch movies and eat takeout. I still don't have all my energy back (by a longshot) but settled in to something I could live with.
Of course, then the last couple of weeks I had to throw everything in the air and I'm exhausted again, but it's all good stuff. I spent several days last week at a training, living in a hotel and attending marathon classes and then staying caught up with work stuff in the evenings.
This week I hired a new person to join my team, which is great and I'm thrilled about, but also means I actually had to put pants on and go to the office several days this week.
And then tomorrow night I move into another hotel for JavaOne. I think I'll be ready for a vacation when I get home next Friday.
I finally seem to have found the right balance of hormones. It's been about a week since I started the new levels and I'm not having hot flashes or night sweats anymore, but I am crying over kitten videos on the internet now. Win some, lose some.
I also finally got in to get my vision checked. The doc said chemo wouldn't have had any impact on my vision, it just went to crap this year because I'm 42. Yay. I had to get progressive lenses for the first time. The adjustment has actually been really easy after the first day of headaches, and it is really nice to be able to read things on the TV without squinting.
PT is going well. I need to be more on top of my exercises, but given how bonkers my life has been for the last couple of weeks, I'm not worried about it. We definitely have recovered more mobility in my knee. It's funny because I hadn't really noticed the change, but at pilates this week I was doing leg work - I lay flat on my back on the carriage of the reformer, and basically do a leg press against a bar at the end, pushing my weight away from the bar and straightening my legs. Stef and I both realized at the same time during that series this week that my knee was bending enough that the carriage was sliding all the way home for the first time in the three years I've been doing it. So I'm feeling pretty good about it. We're cutting back my PT sessions to every other week until my surgery, and then will start up again in February if I feel like I need more.
Two weeks to go before my next checkin with the oncologist, and seven weeks until surgery. That doesn't feel real yet.
Of course, then the last couple of weeks I had to throw everything in the air and I'm exhausted again, but it's all good stuff. I spent several days last week at a training, living in a hotel and attending marathon classes and then staying caught up with work stuff in the evenings.
This week I hired a new person to join my team, which is great and I'm thrilled about, but also means I actually had to put pants on and go to the office several days this week.
And then tomorrow night I move into another hotel for JavaOne. I think I'll be ready for a vacation when I get home next Friday.
I finally seem to have found the right balance of hormones. It's been about a week since I started the new levels and I'm not having hot flashes or night sweats anymore, but I am crying over kitten videos on the internet now. Win some, lose some.
I also finally got in to get my vision checked. The doc said chemo wouldn't have had any impact on my vision, it just went to crap this year because I'm 42. Yay. I had to get progressive lenses for the first time. The adjustment has actually been really easy after the first day of headaches, and it is really nice to be able to read things on the TV without squinting.
PT is going well. I need to be more on top of my exercises, but given how bonkers my life has been for the last couple of weeks, I'm not worried about it. We definitely have recovered more mobility in my knee. It's funny because I hadn't really noticed the change, but at pilates this week I was doing leg work - I lay flat on my back on the carriage of the reformer, and basically do a leg press against a bar at the end, pushing my weight away from the bar and straightening my legs. Stef and I both realized at the same time during that series this week that my knee was bending enough that the carriage was sliding all the way home for the first time in the three years I've been doing it. So I'm feeling pretty good about it. We're cutting back my PT sessions to every other week until my surgery, and then will start up again in February if I feel like I need more.
Two weeks to go before my next checkin with the oncologist, and seven weeks until surgery. That doesn't feel real yet.
