I am tired, sisters, real tired. The exhausted, I can’t see straight or lift my hands anymore type tired. I’ve had some long days lately. I’ve got some more long days this week. And next.
Last night I called off all evening activities and tried to get to bed at a decent hour. It was wonderful to be home, fixing dinner at 6:00 instead of 8:00. I think I was out of the kitchen before nine and that was a treat!
This week’s lesson has been coming to terms with the fact that I just finished cancer treatment and I’m not fully recovered. The main effect of radiation is fatigue and sometimes it can hang on for a few (or many) months following treatment.
When I get to bed early, I’m great. But when I have long days that melt into late nights, I am sidelined for a few days. The sidelines aren’t my favorite place to be. I prefer the action of the game.
Trying to make “healthy” choices and reworking my thought process on why a person needs rest has been tough. By nature, I’m a pusher. I just keep pushing forward. Even at a detriment to my body. That’s not always good.
I’ve been telling my husband that maybe the scans, tests and doctor’s appointment I have at MD Anderson tomorrow and Friday are making me a little anxious. I mean, they don’t consume my head space but when I think or talk about it I get butterflies in the pit of my stomach. So just maybe that has something to do with the fact I haven’t been sleeping much or operating very coherently the last week or so.
Anyway, would you join in us in prayer for clean scans and a good report? Let's expect great things together!
May the God of green hope fill you up with joy, fill you up with peace, so that your believing lives, filled with the life-giving energy of the Holy Spirit, will brim over with hope! Romans 15:13