Yesterday I had a visit with my real doctor. Real doctor in the sense that he is the one I have seen for years and he is the one who discovered my cancer. My cancer doctor, the one I call my "voodoo doctor" doesn't really look at me much and talks to me even less. I get a blood test from him and then he is after statistics. He is like a cook, adding so much of thisand a little of that to this chemical recipe. My real doctor actually talks to me, looks at me and touches me! Anyway,
apparently once someone gets neuropathy then they ave it forever! That is the bad news, the good news is, over time it will get a little bit better but ostly it is a case of getting used to it. I believe that. My hands feel as though I am picking through cut glass but already I am so restless that I am beginning to ignore them. I began a painmting the other day and already I will put it aside. I get to build a garden gate! Maybe my hands won't like this so much but mentally I am so ready for it that I don't care. It has been months since I have touched steel and I long for its expression! So, sore hands or not I am going to "forge ahead" (nice expression for a welder, huh?) and I get to make something this week! How fun!