aLive @ Stage 4!

Today is a routine appointment at the clinic, as well as a treatment day.  My oncologist is out of the country, so my appointment today was with another doctor.  My doctor is due back next week, so my next appointment will be with her.  I'm so glad she'll be back.  Nothing against the two different people I've seen at my most recent appointments, but I miss my doctor. The appointment today went smoothly.   She went over the results of my latest CT scan, bone scan, and echo. Everything is stable.  She sent my prescriptions to the pharmacy.  All in all, an uneventful appointment.  On the way out, I was able to schedule future appointments, through December.   My oncologist books up quickly.   It feels good to have them scheduled so far in advance. As I sit in the  waiting room of the infusion center, I can't help but remember my first few times here.  Man, was I scared.  I distinctly  remember one of ...

Okay -- after yesterday's post, I ended up being able to go to bed at 5:30pm yesterday.  David didn't feel well enough to go to driver's ed, and Jimmy ran his dad around for errands and made dinner.  I woke up this morning still feeling like a slug because I haven't formally exercised in over a week, but recharged and ready for my session with Julie this evening.  I just need to come to terms with the fact that, although I really, really, want to be able to get to the gym most days, there will be some days that I just can't.  There will be days when I need to recharge.  Thank you all for your words of encouragement and support.  On a side note -- I can't seem to reply to your comments on my posts.  I've tried.  Please know that I see them and I appreciate them.  I'll keep working on responding, trying to figure out what I'm doing wrong.  I seriously appreciate the comments.  Thank you.

I haven't been to the gym since last Monday, and I haven't walked (or done any sort of formal exercise) since last Wednesday (Jan 3). I have been active, though. January has heated up. I'm getting up an hour earlier to drive my husband to work, and even earlier when he has early physical therapy appointments. I'm staying up a few hours later every night because of my son's driver's ed class. I'm also running errands, sometimes with my husband and sometimes alone. I'm doing the grocery shopping again (first time in five years doing it on the regular) and other miscellaneous things. Dinner prep, also. Tired is an understatement. My point? I feel conflicted about not getting to the gym. There's the philosophy that "if you want it bad enough, or if you really want it, you'll make it happen" or "you'll make time". You know what I mean. On that hand, I feel that I should still be getting to the gym at least ...