I have a check-up with my oncologist soon. Next week I’ll have bloodwork and the
following week is my appointment. I’m
feeling good so I’m anticipating an “all-clear”. And getting that all clear will be exciting
because it means I’ve made it through my first year of a cancer-free life post-chemotherapy. The two year mark is a critical
milestone. If it doesn’t recur within
that timeframe, your odds of getting it again go way down. So time can keep on ticking away! It’s a rare time in life when you want the
days to go by quickly.
Operation weight-loss is going well. I’m thirty pounds down. I’m losing much more slowly now, but I’m
going for long term success and a slow and steady weight loss is the best way
to achieve it. My goal is 10 pounds a
month. So far so good, though the last
few weeks I’ve been on a bit of a plateau.
I am going to try to ramp it up a bit over the next few weeks in preparation
for our upcoming vacation that is long overdue.
Last May, we were supposed to go to Santa Barbara for a
winemaking conference and then on to Napa and Sonoma. We cancelled the trip for multiple
reasons. I had used every ounce of my
vacation and sick time for treatment, and I was just finishing up
radiation. I have finally accrued some
time off again, so Napa here we come! We’re
going in early May.
I am struggling with balance in my life right now. You make a lot of promises to yourself when
you have cancer, and one of mine was to have better balance in my life. This has been such a challenge lately. Last week for example, work was crazy busy
(although last week wasn’t an exception, it’s been that way for months). I felt guilty leaving the office on-time, but
I needed to do so because I have a diabetic dog that needs a shot every twelve
hours. I was also feeling guilty because
I made time to dance/exercise (my new favorite exercise – Dance Central 2). And I feel guilty because I took myself out
for a nice lunch because it was a beautiful spring day and I decided to enjoy
it. I need to reconcile my feelings
about these things. I don’t like feeling
like I’m not working hard enough, but I am also not willing to sacrifice a
balance that I so desperately need. If
the cancer ever did return, I don’t want to regret that I didn’t take the time
to enjoy life’s moments. It’s too
important. When I thought I could die, I
never once thought that I should’ve worked harder.
Too many heavy thoughts! I am off to enjoy the day.
Robbie and I had our sixteenth wedding anniversary this week, and it’s
time to spend some time celebrating.
