What I meant!

A few of you expressed concern regarding my last post, that it had an air of finality to it - I promise it wasn't penned with that intention. I rather wanted to share this thought:

...That my body may have changed a lot the past couple of years but my spirit is intact; in my head I'm still this silly 20-something who says inappropriate things at the most awkward of times. It's only when I'm in the bathroom brushing my teeth that I see my reflection and it's hard not to gasp, I swear it even shocks me on a daily basis. 

I stopped wearing makeup except for the occasional splurge, my skin can't handle it and frankly it's a relief to not have to go through the ordeal every day. I used to be unable to leave the house or let anyone see me without a good layer on, I thought it mattered, that people wouldn't see me otherwise. Now, I just don't have the energy to care about those things anymore and you know what? It never DID matter. And if it matters to some people then those people don't matter to me. 

Some good news: I think the post-radiation therapy coma has passed! It's like the fog magically lifted after three weeks of feeling like a sack of potatoes, I don't have the overwhelming urge to sleep 16 hours a day and my brain is a little more clear. Pelvic pain has eased enough to allow side sleeping again (hurray)! The onco-pharmacist changed my stomach meds and nausea has eased considerably, it's a relief. Just waiting for my appetite to kick back in... I lost 5 lbs the past two weeks and I won't be gaining it back anytime soon. 

So that's it for now, thrilling isn't it? LOL!