Is it really happening or is it just my imagination? These days I find that more people (younger folks) hold the door open for me. While going back to the my childhood and being lectured about opening doors for the female gender, it often morphed into holding doors open for the elderly. Am I now in that visible classification? Do I appear that old? According to our sons, yes. So much for their inheritance.
How am I feeling? About the same. I am doing well in my recovery. Blood tests are coming back OK, even my potassium levels have come up to where I am not taking a large quantity of horse pills.
But you can never escape the stain of cancer. I find it similar to those horror movies where murderers try to wash off the eternal perceived blood off their hands. You can never quite get rid of the nagging feeling that cancer will possibly come back. Every normal occurrence of the past (aches, pains, boo boos ) now become an uh oh. Is that an indication of something occurring? Is my fatigue a result of the chemo or is something else developing? Or is it just old age? Maybe having the door opened for me isn't that bad of a thing.
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