If I had a dollar for every time someone told me I look great I could probably pay for my cancer treatment without insurance. Ok, not that many times, but you get the picture. On a daily basis someone asks me how I am. My typical response is, “I’m good, but I’m tired.” It’s pretty true. At school I get around almost like I used to. That first day back last week was rough, but after that I’ve done pretty well. There was that one moment in the greenhouse where I did have to have a student help me back to the classroom because I almost passed out. I blame that on the fact that it was really hot in the greenhouse because the swamp cooler wasn’t working and I’d over dressed for the day.
Let’s forget I said anything (mom).
To be quite honest I am doing really well. My nurse practitioner even said so. I had an appointment with her today and she almost seemed amazed at how good I looked. I know this may not last, but I’m going to take the win.
I contribute my feeling good (and looking good) to a few things. The first is my students. It is the end of the school year and they are all bonkers crazy by this point, but I still love them. I told one to quit being a smart ass today and his response was, “It makes me who I am… It’s part of my CHaaaarm!” This from a kid who isn’t always the happiest. I loved it.
I also attribute feeling good to taking care of myself physically. I’ve been trying to make every calorie I eat count. I do throw in an occasional cupcake on account of my boob fund. It isn’t a good idea to mix alcohol and chemo either. So I’ve stopped drinking. All of these things have contributed to me losing a little bit of weight.
The sun being out doesn’t hurt my mood either.
Overall I’m doing good. At least for now. Ask me again after round #2.