Bosomundheit: OMG and Who Needs a Gym?

OMG because it's been since Sunday that I've posted. I'll blame it on work, which isn't a negative, just a fact. Good things going on at the office as we get ready to launch a major campaign called ThriveInOhio -- check back soon for a sneak peek at the commercial.

And, as far as a gym goes, I just finished a 15 minute aerobic work out that was heavy on the grade school calisthenics I learned when we were made to exercise to the song "Go You Chicken Fat, Go!" sung by actor Robert Preston. Got the heart going and blood circulating. Bet if teachers tried to make kids do that today there would be a lawsuit!

Had dinner this evening with my friends, Tina and John. I'm really proud of Tina. She is fighting the CBitch and on the cusp of her last A/C infusion, the chemo drugs that deliver the biggest punch to the body. She's anxious about the end of Phase 1, but facing it like a warrior. Keep her in your prayers as she navigates this wicked though "overcomeable" road.

I'm probably going to botch what I'm about to write next, but here goes: While in the treatment it felt as if there was this sort of bubble surrounding me. Everything, every minute of my life was about what was being done to my body and how to mitigate the side effects. I was solely focused on getting through one infusion at a time because it was too overwhelming to consider the next. There was no room even to wish for the treatments to be over; it wasn't worth expending the energy. And, while I went to work, just how effective I was I can't say. Then one day, treatment was over: no more chemo and no more radiation. The bubble popped and "BAM," I was dropped back on the treadmill of life. I'm struggling a bit with readjusting to "normal" life and ensuring that I don't jump back in so deep I forget my body is still healing. Looking forward to the therapeutic time I'll have visiting with my parents in Fort Myers Beach over the Thanksgiving holiday. :)

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