Thursday was a very emotional day for me. It was the one year anniversary of my cancer diagnosis. To celebrate the fact that I am still alive (and feeling amazingly well, I might add) I drove myself to Tampa for Xofigo injection #5 and then, like a crazy man, drove myself home again. To give you context, the first few times I went to Tampa to beg them to let me into the Xofigo trial, I was on painkillers and curled up in the fetal position while Betsy drove and cared for me. This time I did it by myself and felt all grown up. When you almost die and then don’t, it’s the little things that then give you great pleasure again, I have learned.
Speaking of great pleasure, I would like to officially introduce you to my radio-oncologist, Dr. Michael Tomblyn. Michael keeps me alive every month. He is the one that pushes the syringe of liquid radiation into my blood stream. Beyond that, we are buddies. He is a good man, doing good work, who deeply cares for his patients. My life has been enriched just by knowing him, beyond him being so kind to blast my cancer cells to hell every month. What we do is important. Who we are matters even more. Michael is one of the good ones.
Dr. Michael Tomblyn (left) with Xofigo patient
Speaking of kind and helpful people, I am pleased to announce I have found a personal trainer who is assisting me with yoga and strength training every morning. I am also sleeping with her every night, so the timing works out well! If you remember, Betsy wasted no time getting me up and walking again (3 miles, every night – have mercy on me!) after Xofigo worked its magic on me. Now she is helping me with my muscle mass (flabby is her current diagnosis) and my need to get all the kinks out of my body (tight as a drum is how she describes me). The workout is really helping me limber and shape up. And as long as I close my eyes, it’s not too hard to stay focused on what she is telling me to do!
My hot personal trainer
The walking and workout helps with my fatigue, my attitude, and the healing my body needs from all that I’ve been through the last year. It’s only been a week, but as you can tell from the photo below, I am making great progress!
Me doing Yoga
Ok, maybe that’s not me. But you’ll notice you just don’t have a hand free to take a selfie when doing this stretch. Give me a break!
So it’s been a year. Out of nowhere, everything I had taken for granted changed and changed hard. Reflecting on all that has happened leaves me in tears. It has been horrible. But I also smile. So much good has come of all this. This may sound strange to you, but this terminal cancer diagnosis has been a great gift from God. “Out of the ashes of my self-despair, He is kindling a flame of hope and humble trust.” I can think of no better way to live – or, if need be, die.
Until next month,