It was a beautiful day yesterday, bright sunshine, gleaming blue sky with a nice soft breeze. After lunching alfresco at the Union Pub House on a scrumptious house cured pastrami sandwich, it was time to visit my surgeon. Despite my little infection, I am doing very well. When I complained of fatigue and lack of energy, she reminded me that I’m no longer 18 years old. Yikes, I hadn’t noticed that! I still look 18 in the mirror….at least when I take off my glasses. She went on to tell me that my recuperation from this surgery is better than over half of her patients. It’s been only three weeks and full recovery can take up to 8 weeks. I’m doing great, she says.
It did make feel better that my rate of recovery is better than average. However, it soon dawned on me that statistically only 8% of stage four colon cancer patients survive five years. So the top 40 percentile isn’t going to cut it. My five year plan requires me to be in the top 8%.
One of the problems I’ve had the past year is weight loss and the surgery exacerbated that trend. I was very gaunt and down to 148 lbs. As I approach the rigors of chemo , I need to be at my “fighting weight” of 175. The last ten days I feel like I’m in training camp, with my trainer and nutritionist Lee pushing high protein shakes and high carb foods. I am indeed in training, in training for the fight for my life. This morning I weighed in at 160.1! Progress towards the successful completion of my five year plan. Tomorrow we meet with our oncologist to put together our initial assault on my cancer.
Although I have worries and fears, these past few days have also been wonderful. Thursday I made the official post surgical unveiling of myself at a neighborhood potluck. The support and caring from my neighbors is heartwarming and Jerry’s ribs were amazing. Then my friend of 30 years, Mark, flew down from Portland for an extended weekend visit. It was wonderful to see him and be able to share my enthusiasm for my new southern AZ home. Lots of memories were relived, lots of laughter and a few tears. A few of our new friends joined us for feasting and wine cellar exploration with more laughter ensuing. A great time!
I love living in southern Arizona, I love living in Quail Creek, I love living.