I'm fighting a bit of survivor guilt today. A friend of mine was just told that her sister, who was undergoing treatments the same time as I, is terminal. The doctors are giving her 2-4 weeks. She had been in remission for over a year and my friend truly believed that her sickness would not end in death.
There is nothing you can say to people in this situation. I think the best thing you can do is just cry with them. I don't know why God chooses to have some people live long lives, and allows others to die young. I just know how fortunate I am to have the time I do. Don't ever take your time here on earth for granted.
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Monday, June 7, 2010
a day in the life
Once again I am reminded of my limitations. I really want to lose 3 pounds before I go to Maine in July, so last night, I did a longer than usual workout: 30 minutes aerobic and 10 minutes yoga. Today... I can't keep my eyes open. I know it's normal to get tired after working out, have sore muscles and the like, but this is ridiculous. And, it's not even a surprise! I KNEW this would happen. Every time I push myself physically, I am down for the count for at least one day, sometimes two. Unfortunately the predictability of my situation does not lessen the frustration I feel.
On a more positive note, I was able to pick up some new bras on my last visit to Massachusetts. For most people this is not a big deal, but I only know of ONE place that sells mastectomy bras and the importance of a good bra quadruples when you rely on it to make you look whole. The exciting part was I actually got a bra that was PRETTY. Again, not a big deal for most people, but the majority of mastectomy bras are made for older women, and as most people can only afford two or three a year, they are purposely made plain. I've been wearing beige blah-ness for what seems like forever. The people at Lady Grace are really good, though, and they got me a bra that actually has a little style to it. I can not tell you how I long for the days when I could just walk into Aerie or Gap body and get a striped blue and green bra or something even remotely sexy.
Well, that's my life. My hair is getting longer and the battle with fatigue continues. Later folks.
On a more positive note, I was able to pick up some new bras on my last visit to Massachusetts. For most people this is not a big deal, but I only know of ONE place that sells mastectomy bras and the importance of a good bra quadruples when you rely on it to make you look whole. The exciting part was I actually got a bra that was PRETTY. Again, not a big deal for most people, but the majority of mastectomy bras are made for older women, and as most people can only afford two or three a year, they are purposely made plain. I've been wearing beige blah-ness for what seems like forever. The people at Lady Grace are really good, though, and they got me a bra that actually has a little style to it. I can not tell you how I long for the days when I could just walk into Aerie or Gap body and get a striped blue and green bra or something even remotely sexy.
Well, that's my life. My hair is getting longer and the battle with fatigue continues. Later folks.
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