Hardwired

Today marks the end of Chemo II, round 1. Three weeks ago I said ‘hey’ to everyone at hospital (they all had the ‘... Pedro, Paco, Pancho... Pablo?’ look on their faces), picked up the pills, popped them throughout the week, endured the hangover, got on with life.

Tomorrow, I go back in for more.

‘Easy peasy’? (thanks again Dean!)

Not exactly. I think my body continues to respond pretty efficiently to the chemo but this time it faced an additional challenge: ongoing recovery from September’s surgery. October was miserable as my body worked out what the hell was going on.

Has it been working? With so many interventions (ranging from green tea to cytotoxic drugs) I don't think we'll ever know for sure, but my next MRI in mid-December will offer a pretty good indication of how well the current strategy is panning out. 


Whiplash!

Yeah, recovery has taken a little longer than I expected. To to be fair, the side-effects haven't been that bad. Mainly headaches, easily controlled with a bit of ibuprofen and paracetamol. And I haven't been very gentle on my body. Hitting the bike and Metallica on a Sunday with Cesco was a blast but I paid for it the following week.

Lesson learned. I've integrated a bit more patience into my routine and I'm feeling stronger every week. Yesterday Ing and I (and Ernie) all achieved season records for our local 5k run. 

Life goes on, can’t wait to find the next beautiful blunder!