Wednesday, April 20, 2011

     I admit my hands are killing me but I would never tell you that.  You would never know from what I do.
 The Main Garden Entry
I think I am done with concrete for this year.  I have created a new entry to my studio, a concrete curb to contain my blueberries and replace the railroad tie skirting at the front of my garden with a little concrete stem wall.  I even gathered up some scraps and samples of metal work and made a fence for this section.  My entire garden is now fenced in and gated with three entry gates.  I am tired now.
   I had a complete physical from my regular doctor this week.  He is the one who originally discovered that I had Hodgkin's Lymphoma in January a year ago.  I passed with flying colors, mid-normal in hundreds of categories and not near
high in any of them!
   My hands will take years to get better he says, it is more of a process of getting used to it!  Not what I want to hear but at least I can still do things. This time last year I was in the middle of my chemo series, the
twelve sessions that almost killed me.  It is like a forgotten nightmare now.  If I hadn't blogged so much about it I might think this happened to someone else, or didn't happen at all.

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  1. It's not my hands too bad, but my feet. It's been a couple of years, and I like to think they are getting better slightly. Nerves are slow to grow back ... if I don't think about it, that seems to help. If I focus on the *&*(*&&*** pain that's the result of chemo, it is worse. I understand though, the ability to do things (and you do many ... love the garden gate) is better than the alternative.

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