welcome back, gusto.

It’s about time to post again. The last stretch has been rough. I have had days filled with calls to different doctors. I have left work halfway through the day twice, once to get to an urgent care facility for treatment. I have felt downright miserable.

Interestingly, this misery; missing of work, lolly-gagging in bed, stacking of pharmaceuticals on the kitchen counter, getting familiar with the heating pad, etc. etc. was not due to the cancer that threatens my life or even directly to the treatment it demands. No, the misery came courtesy of…the common cold.

Said cold has worked it’s way around my head and neck for over four weeks. The sneaky virus started with the feeling of swallowing glass and then went into my head and gave me a sinus infection. Combined with the new treatment (and it’s presumable new side effects), I was left with a soup of maladies and not much clue as to what bit of trouble came from what source. Was the stabbing pain in my gut a side effect of chemo or simply the loud complaining of overused coughing muscles I didn’t even know I had?

Today, I finally feel a lovely break in the clouds. My coughs are the cough of a normal person, not the hacking up of a lung and the lovely sounds that accompany it. I blow my nose throughout the day and find I haven’t emptied a whole box of tissue. My back and stomach muscles, which had gotten terribly sore after all the lung activity, have begun to feel better. And, to top it off, I was not given chemotherapy this week because my white blood counts were iffy. Today, I feel almost normal–just in time for a wonderful Thanksgiving.

I’m not sure why the cold took such a toll on me, but it did. Somehow, to have such a stark change in my health really knocked the breath out of me. Perhaps if it hadn’t come just as treatment was changing I would have weathered it better and even recognized it as something that would pass, but instead I found it really disheartening. There is something about feeling rather healthy that allows me not to worry about cancer. For instance, I usually have this triumphant feeling when I do the laundry and find I’m washing a nice percentage of workout clothes. “Take that, cancer,” I think as I throw the sweaty socks into the washing machine, “Is this the laundry of a sick person? HA!” These past weeks, however, I noticed that the percentage of laundry usually taken up with workout clothes was slowly being overtaken by pajamas. Last week? Almost my whole laundry basket was pajamas. Now that felt like the laundry of a sick person. Yuck.

So I’m doubly glad to feel as though this cold is receding and I am coming back to myself. Ready to go on a long walk tomorrow. To fire up the treadmill. To pack away the heating pad. To clear the medicine off the kitchen counter. To pull my weight at work.

To live this lovely life I’ve been given with all the gusto I can muster.

Welcome back, gusto, you’ve been missed. Stick around, will you?

5 replies on “welcome back, gusto.”

Glad to hear your kicking the sinus infection. One drug-free treatment I use all the time is the netti pot. Basically pouring salt water through your sinuses to clear the gunk. Gross? Yes. Helpful? Absolutely.

Say hi to Mark for me, and have healthy and happy holidays.

Glad to hear you’re coming back to your old self again. we’ve missed you… Hope your Thanksgiving was filled with blessings.

You’re an amazing writer and an amazing person.
I’m so glad you’re feeling better.
Enjoy the rest of this Thanksgiving weekend!

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