To help me celebrate the end of my chemo treatments...my friends gathered in Traverse City, Michigan this weekend...at my friend's condo...and we had a girls gone wild...mild weekend. I have to admit...our heavy drinking days are over...to be happily replaced with eating instead! We ate great all weekend long...at restaurants like Amical and the Omelette Shoppe...and in between we treated ourselves to Murdoch's fudge, chocolate chip cookies and chocolate covered almonds. Ah chocolate! Ah friendship!
The doctor told me the best way to get my energy back...now that I am more than 6 weeks from my very last chemo...is to start exercising. So, I have been going to yoga and weight training twice a week. This is one of my Bridge to Fitness instructors...Roseanna. And best of all? 6 months ago, that outfit I am wearing was in the Goodwill pile...because it was a little too tight! Not anymore! The Bridge to Fitness program is offered free for the Survivors Group at Flower Hospital's Hickman Cancer Center. How could I not give it a try?!
I may be done with my chemo...but I still get to go to the Hickman Cancer Center every 3 to 6 weeks...so a nurse can flush my port. And my port is the easy entry way into my bloodstream without me having to be poked and prodded while searching for a vein. For 2 more years I have to keep this little reminder of where my chemo was injected. But honestly, I don't really think about it much. It doesn't bother me or get in the way of anything. In fact, it made me laugh when I looked at it recently...the scar where it was surgically inserted used to run directly across the middle of the port. But now, 6 months later...the port is well below the scar...meaning, like everything else on my body...even my port has sagged a bit. Really? Can't anything stay where it is supposed to? Or must everything droop after a certain age? I already know the answer to that question!