Much Better

It’s been about a year since I was diagnosed with cancer. At that time the only symptom might have been a lower immune system that put me in the hospital for three days with pneumonia. Afterward I felt fine, except for that little lump in my neck.

Starting last Christmas week they clobbered me with chemotherapy for three months. That tore me up and sapped my strength, to be expected. Now, seven months after the last dose, I feel much better.

All my hair has grown back and most of my energy has returned. But, after being somewhat sedentary for half a year, it’s taking a while to get strength back. My blood pressure is stabilized (with medication) and I no longer get dizzy rising up after tying my shoes. At this rate I hope to be 100% functioning by the end of the year.

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I am very grateful to my employer and fellow salespeople and delivery drivers who picked up the slack and helped to shoulder the burden of business. And to our customers who continued doing business with us during my spotty visits. (Then again, Coronavirus made us all scatter like roaches to shelter.) I continue to be humbled by the number of people who sent good thoughts and prayers for my situation. And to my loving wife for being by my side as we drudged through the medicinal swamp.

In my last couple of blog entries I used the hash tag “recovery”, meaning I am recovering from the treatment. Apparently a few people searched for that phrase and shared their blog stories, mostly about recovering from addictions and abuse. My situation was nothing compared to so many other people.

“Carry each other’s burdens, and in this way you will fulfill the law of Christ. If anyone thinks they are something when they are not, they deceive themselves. ” Ephesians 6.