I ran!

I love the third week.

Yesterday we all went to David Glass's bar mitzvah. I went late, in a separate car, in case I wouldn't be able to make it the whole day. But I did, and it was so wonderful. David did a fantastic job and the party was so much fun. Even though I felt okay, I rested when I got home just to be safe.

Today I've alternated resting and activity. Ken, Jonah and I went for a walk this afternoon to a neighborhood playground. After dinner we went to Allison's friend's house to pick her up. The friend lives less than half mile away, but Ken walks at such a fast pace I had to jog to keep up. I ran all the way to the friend's house and wasn't at all winded. This was my first time running since my diagnosis, and I really didn't expect to get farther than 15 yards. Okay, well I'm impressed with myself. If you want to read about serious running, try Jill's new blog. I don't have the link. Jill, can you post it in comments?

While trying to keep up with Ken on the way back, he pointed out that I rarely mention him here. Why is that? I guess I spend so much time in this bed, suffering the symptoms alone while Ken takes care of the kids and the house and his job, and even a sick, cranky me, and I have taken him for granted a bit. He's consistently there, and we've only seriously annoyed each other once in the past couple difficult weeks. I feel like he's lost sometimes, and he only tells me he's sad for me (especially about my hair). I wonder how it's affecting HIM. There are parts of even your wife you're not supposed to see, and this part of my head is a biggie. I tried to send him to a spouse support group, but the meeting was canceled. I tried to buy the book "The Breast Cancer Husband," but Border's was out of it. I'll order it for him tonight.

Speaking of my head, I'm starting to fall into routines with it. I don't expose my head, even in the house. I treat it like it's part of my naked body. Unless I'm changing or showering, I wear a hat most of the time. I wore a hat for my walks today. To go anywhere else I wear the wig, but then I end up leaving it on in the house for awhile. The kids seem to have adjusted well to the changes. I guess I've adjusted well enough, too. Your compliments help, because I actually believe you! I don't think I look so bad.

Now I just wait until Friday. Jill is taking me to Penn. It's a good thing she has a dog, because she might have to stick a leash on me to drag me out of the house. Starting all over with another treatment ... shudder.