Cancer Survivor, writing about Health and Fitness as you age

Well, let me tell you, these past two weeks have been very very difficult for me, but not for the reasons you may think. The week of my surgery my older son was suspended for a week from school for bullying. Feel free to skip this post, because it is all downhill from here. I don't know how to describe how distressing this was, for the other family involved and for us. It would have been easier if my son was the one being picked on. To put it in context, this was more upsetting to me than hearing the diagnosis of cancer from my doctor those months ago. Really. I expected better of big son. To be the parent of a bully is a terrible thing. (I am ok not having a discussion about where we went wrong. As you can well imagine we've had a few of those already.) We first learned he was picking on another child shortly before my surgery and there was insufficient time between learning what was happening and suspension to successfully address the issue with Lucas. Hardly surprisi...

This week the oncologist felt that I had done enough chemo- I was not going to get Cycle 11 and Cycle 12.  I've talked before about the effects of the chemo on my fingers, but you know it is a sad situation when you knot your pyjama bottoms and then can't untie it to go to the bathroom. No more chemotherapy for me. Yay?  Yes, a bit of an anti-climax, but I still get to ring the "end-of-chemo" bell and get confetti thrown on me by my chemo nurses. My doctor also had in her hand the results of my post-chemotherapy MRI and it showed that there was a reduction in the tumour, it looked less dense than before and above all it looks like the volume of the tumour decreased by about 75%. Yay to that for sure! Considering I didn't feel that anything was changing I was very happy about the result. Next on my list: surgery. She said that although my blood counts are low in some areas, she felt that if I wanted to have surgery that day, I was well enough to do it. Me? We...