“Everyone is different” says every oncology doctor. Recovery from surgery is no different than chemo in this regard. Ask a question, your doctor will give you the no answer answer.
I’m hunched forward, the skin and muscles tightened like an arthritic hand. Lightening strikes of nerve pain shoot across my chest and sides. Each movement is a pull on a slot machine of sensations. Not all are pain, but none are pleasant. Fatigue is my new base line, I have maybe three good hours a day. I can’t lift my kids, I can’t pick up anything off the ground. In a house with young children and their debris, in a life usually spent doing and making, cooking, cleaning, working, gardening, creating....this is debilitating.
I’m hopeful that physical therapy will help, and my chiropractor, and time. But holding space for all I have lost, and rejecting toxic positivity cancer culture, is important to me now. I will never be the same, and I’m sad about it.