It is now seven weeks since I finished radiotherapy. In many ways it seems longer and yet it still looms as large as life in everyday things. My skin hasn’t quite got back to normal; it is slightly discoloured, and needs cream on it daily. I am still tired from all the treatment that I had but it is getting better slowly.
I want to go to the beach with family but obviously, I have to wear a t-shirt to the beach. There are other things I would like to do but they aren’t practical.
I think the main reaction I am having at the moment is my total lack of enthusiasm for getting going. We have had various people staying or visiting and even with that it takes me a while to get going. Once I make up mind to do things that is fine and I am off and running. I also get upset with silly things; things that in the past I wouldn’t have give a second thought to.
There are some times that I look forward to the cooler months so that I look like everyone else; all wrapped up. Then when I look at other people I realise how fortunate I have been with the way things have gone.
I see the doctor in September and it will be interesting to see what she has to say. Up until then life goes on as normal as it can.
