Readiness
- Deb Dekoff
- Jan 28, 2017
- 1 min read
I am not ready.
There. I've said it. After a short break from being poisoned (this is what chemo truly is), finally getting enough energy back to function throughout the day, and starting to feel like myself (although I don't look like myself), I have an appointment to meet with radiation oncology.
I am not ready.
Physically, my body will be taking nineteen hits of radiation.
Nineteen zaps.
Nineteen fry me from the inside - on the side of my heart.
Nineteen.
This is frightening - and I imagine it like being baked in a microwave oven.
Mentally, I am not ready at all.
And half of this is a mental hurdle.
So, I work out to feel strong. To look strong. To feel like myself. To gain the fitness back that I lost - the heart fitness - zapped from chemo.
The muscle fitness, atrophied from the inability to sustain working out for long periods of time. Because looks can be deceiving.
Commentaires