Day12: Taking it easy

Seriously, that is my motto for life in the near future. I have nothing to prove. I need to be kind to myself, accept my limits (physical and emotional) and deal within the boundaries that they offer. This actually isn’t as difficult as I might have once thought, and it also isn’t a cop out to do nothing.

I woke up feeling remarkably good today. Certainly better than I have in the past three weeks, because who feels good while in hospital? I had an excellent, relaxing weekend and I slept, and slept and slept…for ten hours each night. That rejuvenated me, and Monday (which I was kind of dreading) actually wasn’t so bad at all.

After being AWOL for weeks, I had a bunch of stuff that I absolutely HAD to do, and another bunch of stuff that I had to do, but without the capitals. Happy to say the former got done, I felt accomplished, and rested as much as I needed.

I am weaning myself of the cortisone (which is the cause of all my discomfort right now) so I am thrilled about that, and even if it is psychosomatic, I am beginning to feel good again. I should be off it completely within 2 weeks.

Tomorrow I go for a CT scan where we get to stage the Waldenstrom’s. This could be good news or not-so-great news, but it almost definitely will not be BAD news. This is the scan that also determines (I think) the intensity of the treatment, which will probably be determined in my session with my oncologist on Wednesday. I look forward to that. I had a session with a haematologist on Friday, which went VERY well, and I will write it up shortly. Lots of interesting stuff came up in that session, most of which left me more relaxed walking out than walking in.

Anyway, speaking of taking it easy: I read another blog that said

“I once read an article that compared being a morning person to adding a 25th hour into the day. Instead of a perfectly curated morning routine, the author simply woke up an hour earlier than everyone else and did what felt best — reading, walking, writing, maaaaaaybe yoga. I love the idea of giving yourself a free hour for ‘me time’ in the cool, calm, quiet morning.”

Well, I love it too. And although I LOVE sleeping in until the absolute last minute, I wonder how I would feel if I woke up an hour earlier and did some fun stuff for me, without the hustle and bustle of daily life kicking in immediately. I am going to try it tomorrow. Or the day after 🙂

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PS: If you are specifically interested in my Waldenstrom journey, from diagnosis to the present day, then I suggest you view this page to see all the posts I have written about it, in reverse chronological order, or start on Day One of my Journey .

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Friday night, no kids

Went for a fun dinner with five other adults, who all must have thought I was mad because I spent half the dinner telling them about all the Kate conspiracy theories. Divine food! (Truffles in the Park, Johannesburg).

In love with Ken

Let’s not kid…in love with Ryan Gosling. His Oscar “I’m just Ken” performance is my new “Tom Holland’s Umbrella”…in other words, every time it comes across my timeline I pause whatever I’m doing and I watch it.

Fun in the sun

So apparently you can be a “too-cool-for-school” teenager, and still enjoy the bejezus out of a water slide and some liquid soap 🙂 Honestly, it’s good to see that kids can still be kids.

Paintballing!

It was Zac’s first time, and although he had a lot of fun I think it was probably also his last 🙂 “Pain not worth it”, he says. Maybe we’ll revisit when he’s a bit older?