I had new scans done last Wednesday. I got the results on Friday. Nothing has changed. Nothing has shrunk, but nothing has gotten larger either. I suppose that is a good thing. For some reason when she told me the news it just didn't register with me. (That could be due to the fact that she woke me from a deep sleep.) I have just come to deal with this disease just being a part of my life. I do chemo every few weeks. I get sick. I move on with my life. I have the usual stresses from work and home and this disease isn't even on the same level as those other stressors. It is almost non existent. I say almost because I am reminded each time I have to go to chemo that I have it.
As this week has worn on, it seems to be hitting me a little harder. Tomorrow is my day 8 in the three week cycle, which I have not done in months. So I am far from looking forward to it. Plus I have fun lessons in social studies all about the Boston Massacre. And later that night is the National Honor Society Induction. One of my former students invited me to come because I was a teacher of hers who inspired her. I am so beyond honored and there is no way I am going to miss this this. She was such an amazing kid. (She still is, I am sure)
Tonight I was finally able to make the "gentle yoga" class at the gym. Gentle, hahaha. I am sure at one point it was gentle for me as well, but is was very very hard for me today. I was almost in tears several times. I have never been good at yoga, but I had always enjoyed it. I just was incapable of doing the easiest moves and it was very discouraging. I hope to go back. I am not one to really give up on things like that. I'll keep pushing myself. It was just much harder to do than I was anticipating. I am just tired of everything being so hard and me being so tired.