The Chair

Just when I start thinking life is back to normal, it's back in "the chair" for me. I won't say it isn't depressing to go into the clinic every three weeks for yet another infusion, but it's not terrible either. I know most of the nurses, and they know me. They stop and say hello or comment on how nice my hair is coming in (haha). John and I get a Starbucks on the way into the building, I get to relax in a big comfy chair, go into work late, and for one whole hour I can actually sit and do absolutely nothing. Well, other than obsessing over my labs that is. I'm starting to wonder whether I'll ever get back into the normal range. Today my WBC moved up to 3.39 from 3.16 six weeks ago. (Recall that I have to get to 4 to finish my surgery). Could it take any longer?! The good news is, only 4 more treatments left!

 

Running, but not pushing...

I am stealing this line from my friend because I think it's bang on re my post-cancer routine: I'm running, but I'm not pushing. (To be honest, this kind of describes my approach to fitness before cancer as well). I'm a listen to the birds kind of jogger. I like to sign myself up for races periodically because it forces me to kick things up a notch. Today I did my first race in exactly a year - the Vienna 10K Turkey Trot - and today I pushed. This was the first year they offered a 10K, and I was pleasantly surprised to have run a 8:52 pace. Here's a pic a friend snapped just as I was about to cross the finish line:

I didn't win a turkey, (I was 10th in my age category) but there's always next year.