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!

   It has been one month since my last chemo treatment...and I am feeling pretty good.

In fact, thanks to a 20 pound weight loss, I am feeling really good about myself.  I really don't want to gain back any of the weight, since I had about 20 pounds I needed to lose.  And since I am down a couple of pant sizes, I needed to get some new jeans.  My daughter talked me into getting a pair of skinny jeans...which you can see at our regular Mary Beth and Rick blogsite.

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  Unfortunately, those jeans were so skinny, I could not wait to get home and peel them off.  And later that night, my husband looked at my ankles and wondered if they were a bit swollen.  Holy crap!  Had the skinny jeans cut off my circulation enough to make my ankles swollen?  Even my diplomatic co-workers thought the jeans were a tad tight around my calves. Very attractive.  So, the skinny jeans went back to the store...and instead I purchased the jeans pictured above...not skinny jeans...but "thin" jeans.  Much more comfortable and way less constricting!