Tuesday, October 11, 2011
I told him what he could do with the chicken.
I've been recovering fairly quickly. I pretty much slept the first two days, as the anesthesia worked it's way through of my system, but by Friday I was up and about, and took a long walk down by Long Island Sound, where it's flat.
On Saturday I took another Sound walk with my mother and kids, and did a brief treadmill walk at a 0 incline. By Sunday I was able to do my regular 3.5 mile "hilly" walk around my neighborhood, but it took a lot longer than usual. I also was able to do the first section of my Tai Chi long form.
The incision where they took out lymph nodes, however, is right under my right armpit and it starts to bother me whenever I move that arm about too much.
Yesterday I used the treadmill at a 5 incline, and my arm was feeling well enough that I was able to practice my entire Tai Chi long form which takes about 15-20 minutes. I'm not quite confident yet to wield my Tai Chi sword or Saber yet, but I'll get there.
Today I again took a Sound walk, this time with a girl-friend, and we added in a fairly steep hill so that we could get a fantastic view of Long Island Sound from the top.
I'm hoping to try an abbreviated, self-guided yoga practice tomorrow which will mark my one week surgery anniversary. That incision under my armpit, however, is still bothering me a bit, so I'm not so sure how much I can do at this point. Just to get back to the Shala, and breath with all my fellow yogis, however, is all I really need right now (although a little stretching would feel great as well).
Food-wise, I've never really been off track, but I haven't been completely on-track either. With my mother staying with me and cooking, I still managed to remain on fairly healthy diet, albeit a bit more meat-based than I usually eat. After she left, I began to work through much of the food my friends brought over, just grateful that I didn't have to cook.
I swear that after this is all over I don't want to see another bowl of chicken-broth-based soup for a long, long, long, time. Over the last few weeks, I've eaten gallons Jewish chicken soup, Italian chicken soup, Matzo bowl soup and even Wonton soup.
By last night, however, I felt that it was time to take control of my food again, and when friends call asking what I need, I tell them the greatest thing they can give me right now is their friendship.
On another note, I still haven't gotten my pathology report back, so it's still up in the air as to whether I'll need further surgery or chemotherapy on top of the radiation.
It's all rather disconcerting to have this hanging over my head, but I'm trying to remain positive. When friends ask about chemo I tell them that if I do have to go through it I'm getting a wig with the hair I always wanted but could never achieve. It's going to be the straightest, shiniest hair ever.