Okay, I was going to write will I ever be normal again, but since I’m not sure I was ever normal, I’m not sure it applies. One of the hardest things about getting older is the changes in our bodies and our abilities. Suddenly we have hair growing out of places we didn’t even know had hair. We have lumps and bumps and more acne than we did in high school. Bruises show up for no apparent reason and things that used to take us minutes to do now take hours, sometimes days if we’re really good a procrastinating.

Life is about change. Without growth and change things become stagnate and die. Well, I’m not dead. I’m not sure if I’ve grown stagnate. I try to move around enough I don’t gather dust but at the moment that’s about all I can say about it. Three weeks today since my surgery and I’m still experiencing some pain and discomfort. Thankfully, I’ve not had severe pain, but I’m ready to get back to normal. Whatever that is.

I am not a very patient patient. I’m still tired a lot. I slept most of Sunday away waking up to fix meals and snacks then going back to my recliner and blankets. I have never been one to take naps and now it’s become my favorite pastime. I try to push myself to do a little more each day so I can go back to work in a few weeks, but so far it has but two steps forward and three steps back. When will I feel like myself again?

I am thankful. I am cancer free and if I don’t move, I’m pain free. I know things could be worse but I’m ready to get back into the swing of things. How about you, are you a good patient? Do you have any tips for surviving the next three to five weeks? Oh, well, maybe I won’t be too crazy by the time they finally let me out.