Firing on all cylinders... mostly...
Today was my first day back at work for the entire day; because of the cancer treatments, I was arriving anywhere from 1 to 1 ½ hours late. My bosses were fine with it, and even encouraged me to take time off if I needed it.
There were some tough days there. There were times when I had to get off the subway and find a place to pee, because my bladder was just so jumpy. In one case, I slapped the person working at the counter with a buck if she would give me the key to the bathroom.
But I didn't take off work, not because I needed the money (I get plenty of sick days, which I rarely take), but because it was the kids who really gave me the energy to keep going on, even with my knee giving me shit, and the complete lack of sleep and my bladder giving me piss every hour.
Not that I'm out of the clear yet; the hormones treatment continues to December 21st, but now that I'm not rushing off to radiation each morning, I feel much less rushed.
And now that my knee is healed, I'm getting around.
Life in recovery is sweet.