Eight Weeks Plus

Tuesday, April 24th was 8 weeks post op and I am still very surprised by how much discomfort I am in two months later.  Darn, I keep forgetting this is going to take months and not weeks.  Given that thought, it has only been 2 months since surgery and I think things are progressing well.  :)

I really think things are improving but the tightness and cramping and pickly pain is there all the time unless I am totally stretched out and massaging my abs and get them to release.  So first thing in the morning I am moving okay, by noon I slow down alot and by 3:00 p.m. I can't wait for 4:00 so I can go home and get comfy and stretch out.  Tuesday evening Joe, Broghan, and I went to the COA track and did one lap which was .7 miles and I did better than I thought and I actually think it helped Wednesday morning when I got up.  My hip flexors are so tight from lack of walking that they actually pull all the way across my midsection right up to my rib cage. 

I am beginning to encounter another problem.  I keep thinking if I eat something good it will make be feel better but it does not and then I am full and feel worse.  I have to start tracking my food because I know while I have a really, really, flat tummy right now, the skin will stretch if I begin to put on weight and then all of this will be for naught.  So, I ordered a scale from Amazon to weigh my food, will begin to track and just do portion control, moderation, healthy as much as possible.  If I were physically capable I would get back to my working out but that will need to come more slow.

Overall, I am blessed each and every day which I know is a gift.  A staff person from the Probate Court in Centreville was doing chemo the same time I was in 2010 and actually had her last treatment on Valentine's Day 2011 so finished up 6 weeks after I did.  We shared hair stories and compared our regrowth with laughter and some other stories that were not good for mixed company.  I learned yesterday her cancer has returned.  I do not know the details, but I do know no matter how far along in your survival you are, this is always somewhere in your mind.  All I can do is live the best life I can everyday and take what is thrown my way with grace, dignity, and a will for survival.   Here is to Bonnie, my pink sister!!