I have been home now for ten days and the difference between day one and day ten is just enormous. When I came home the first day I was still full of the drugs that I had been having for the previous three weeks. I had no stamina, no energy, no ability to do much for myself.
Today, I organized my clothes. Mom made me do it because she’s been doing our laundry and she couldn’t figure out where anything went in my closet. I took a good restful nap, walked to the mailbox and went to Charlie’s junior high band concert. He was fantastic! My goal since I came home was to be able to go to this concert and walk in on my own two legs. And I did. And I got to see my baby boy play his music. He was so nervous. He was also so proud of himself and of course, I cried.
Tomorrow I go back to the doc for surgical follow up and to establish a new plan. I am getting stronger every day and I am ready to fight again.
And now, what shall my next goal be? Kick cancer's butt, mmmm, I think so....