Today I went grocery shopping all by myself. Now, this may not seem like an accomplishment, but trust me it is. Once I started having biopsies, surgeries and cancer treatment my mother took me grocery shopping every week. That is every weeks since the first week in August, that's in the range of 32 weeks. Today was another return to normalcy. Me, my backpack and reusable grocery bags rode the bus to and from the grocery story. My eggs made it back in one piece, despite multiple bangs against my shin bone and a misjudgement of the location of a snowbank. However, in my defense it's the end of March and like all New Englanders I don't feel like there should be any snowbanks.
I have a cold. As does everyone else that I know. After neulasta shots, colds are just straight annoying, but NBD. In my inner monologue I now ask myself am I chemo tired or just tired? And the answer is always just tired. It's nice to know that like Dante's levels of hell there are many levels of tired out there. With a cold I still felt good enough to go to the gym and make it to track club workout #2 last night (and type this at 8:40 pm on a Friday!). Moving forward in surviorship. Just fun.
By the way this is how I do my grocery shopping. Don't forget those giant wheels of cheese!
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