Life is normal. Everything is normal. I eat. I sleep. I feed the kids. I water the kids. They grow. I study. I work. And life goes on. This is good. This is very good.
I’m enjoying my kids. Although, I have an (almost) three-year old little boy, and this makes life rather challenging. I was at the family doctor the other day and I had Elijah busy with my iphone playing games through most of the visit, but at the very end, my lovely little boy got bored and started throwing a very monstrous fit about something (there are so many these days I can’t remember why he throws them anymore). The doctor, who is very cool and very patient with all my kids, looks at him for a few seconds and says…….”Yup, there’s that testosterone kick’in in.” So he’s a bundle of energy. And thanks to my class (I’m taking Lifespan and Development) I’m reminded that at age three a child will be busier than any other point in their life. So we’re just holding on for the ride right now and we’ll weather the three-year-old storm. At least I think we’ll make it…..well, at least Elijah will make it. He may leave a mess in his path, a little hair in his chubby little hands from his sisters maybe, a tidal wave from the tub, but we’ll get through somehow…..lol.
So I’m doing well. I’m taking a class finally. And I’m doing pretty well. Even my teacher has told me I’m doing well. I think she wants to encourage me…..here I am, 37 year old woman, three kids, recent cancer survivor, pastor…..I’d be encouraging me too….lol!
I’ve lost the weight I gained from radiation. I know, don’t ask me why I ballooned during radiation, but I did. I gained 20 pounds. All I can theorize is that I was so tired that my body slowed down. I was completely opposite with the weight gain/loss expectations. I think you’re supposed to gain in chemo and lose in radiation. I did the opposite. I lost in chemo and gained in radiation. Now, it would have been nice to have been the other way around because then the losing would have been last. But no,of course not, that would be too easy. But after some diligence and some pavement pounding, I am almost back to pre-radiation and pre-baby weight.
I’ve been running. I ran a 5K race last weekend at my college reunion. It was just a fun run, but I ran it in under 30 minutes which was a nice little achievement for me. That, and I didn’t walk. It’s always good to run the entire race when you actually set out to do so. And I did. And I’m relieved, because it would have been really embarassing to have to walk during a race at your 15 year college reunion (especially when I ran cross country for 4 years in college!)
I love my job. I love the people I work with. I love being in ministry. I love praying with people and for people. I love the care aspects of ministry. I like planning new ministries.
I like my new breasts. It’s taken a while, but I finally feel like they are either adjusting to me or I am adjusting to them. It took us a while to get aquanted, but now I think I like them. I’m going to let them stay. I can see the scars lightening. Post-digger is relaxing a bit so things are evening up. I’m heading back to see Dr. D in November. I’m still undecided about implants. But if you asked me today I would say “I’m doing it.” The problem is, that tomorrow might be different. And until I can feel really sure about it, I’m going to wait. So when I go back for my visit I’m going with a boat-load of questions to ask him.
And finally, I love not having doctor appointments. My next appointment (besides seeing Dr. Plastic) is an actual physical in December. I haven’t had a physical in 2 years since life has revolved around only cancer.
It’s good to be healthy.