Showing posts with label partner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label partner. Show all posts

Friday, September 24, 2021

Nails and Blessings

Chemo is over but the side effects aren't. 

Predominantly my nails. Both toes and fingers. 

I have almost no big toenails, I am losing two more toenails on my left foot and my fingernails hurt like hell. 

Have you ever bent your fingernails backwards? Yeah, me too. That's what all 10 of my fingers feel like at once. Fortunately, my thumbs hurt the least. And, maybe because I am right-handed, my right hand is the worst. 

Because I can be compassionate sometimes, I will not be posting pictures of this. It's disgusting even for me. 

The nosebleeds are lessening, my tummy issues are gone and my hair is beginning to grow back. 

Not that I would ever want to go through this again but, it's been really nice to not have to shave my legs or my armpits at all this summer! 

Finally, a perk of chemo that I can say is really good. 

I am getting stronger everyday and have even returned to the store to work a few days a week. 

It's been so nice to be back. 

Months ago, as the start of chemo neared, I messaged a bunch of friends asking if they could commit to playdates so our kids' summer wasn't just about mom being sick. 

They delivered! 

I owe a huge debt of gratitude to all our friends who arranged to have the boys over for swim and play dates this summer. One of our friends even went with me to the creek to watch the kids while I slept on a blanket. 

People brought us meals, presents and offered to drive the kids to their activities. Friends dropped cards in the mail to make me laugh of show their support. I am so grateful to each and everyone of you. 

Most of the time, hairloss aside, I didn't look sick. 

Just a bald chick with a really weird sense of humor. Something, thankfully, I was able to retain. 

The steroids made me gain weight so I didn't have that "ematiated cancer patient" look that we all know. 

The chemo I had wasn't as bad as others. It was only near the end that things began to taste weird and didn't want to eat or had absolutely no energy. The steroids actually made me gain weight. 

I'm a little pissed to be honest. I mean come on...If I had to go through this couldn't I have at least lost weight?! 

I am no Wonderwoman but normally, I am a pretty strong person who has an excessive amount of energy. 

As one who never shies from tackling a task, it was horrible to be in a position where I couldn't function. But, with a hubby who travels a lot for work, there were many days that I didn't have a choice but to push through and do what needed to be done. 

Those days I thanked God for my resilience, drive and Domino's delivery. 

Unfortunately, the downside to being a really strong person is that people don't realize how bad it has to be if we have to ask for help. 

When my energy meter ran out these last three months, it wasn't a matter of "a quick power nap" it was, "I'm going to bed and I don't know when I'll be able to get up."

Truly, chemo is no joke. 

If I had to ask for help it was because I had no choice. 

The ladies who work for me are incredible. They handled everything for me. Literally, everything, with the business. I rarely had to ask them for help. Most days I would just look at them and say, "I have to go to bed." They'd smile and say, "Sweet dreams." 

I could rest and recouperate without worry. 

That being said, I owe an excessively massive shout out to Jace! 

The week after my double mastectomy, two of my employees were stuck at home with Covid scares awaiting test results. (They were negative by the way). 

Jace single-handedly took care of all the orders, replied to emails and made the deliveries. It was a rough week and she carried all of us. 

She is the consumate professional who understands that a job needs to get done no matter what. She can buckle down and push out work like no one else I know. 

And she is largely unflappable. Honestly, I wish I had her composure! 

My business partner is amazing. She handled the store...every day for more than three months. 

Once the chemo started we never knew when I was going to need to sleep which made working outside of my house was out of the question. I had friends and employees who helped out but Ashley did the rest...all of it.

Classes, parties, orders, stock, bills, events ALL OF IT! 

I may be high energy but I think she is super human. 

I am blessed. 

Blessed is the word that rings through my brain repeatedly. 

I am blessed by the love of family, friends, employees, business partner and community. 

This whole experience could have been worse, but we have been carried every step of the way.

I was at the coffee shop in town this morning ordering my favorite latte, happy just to be there, when I looked at the chalkboard with their Bible verse on it and wow, did it hit home: 


Yes, thank God! 

Friday, February 19, 2016

The Hiatus Is Over

After a four year hiatus, I once again have become a gym rat. 

For years and years I was a gym goer. Either at the office, if my employer had a good gym, or after work at a local health club. 

Many of those years were spent with one of my best friends sweating and griping together. 

The value of a workout partner cannot be overlooked. 

Whether it was just having someone to kibbutz with about the day, our significant others or whine about our jobs, knowing that she was going to be there and not wanting to blow her off was a great motivator. 

I miss my workout partner. 

More than just her company I miss her sense of humor the most. 

At least 12 years ago we were doing our ab workout on the mats against the wall that backed the aerobic room where there was a class going on. 

The music was the same techno crap that all lazy aerobic instructors use but what was even more annoying was the instructor's voice. She was yelling counts into her mic with a voice that sounded like she was attempting to motivate a class of four year olds! Ugh! Can't stand being spoken to like that to begin with never mind when I'm trying to exercise! 

I made a comment to my friend about the instructor's voice and, pretending to be in the class, she quipped, "I'm not stupid, I'm just fat!" 

Ha! 

I miss her! 

I am crazy judgmental when it comes to my exercise instructors. If I'm weight training they need to have muscles...bulging muscles. 

If I'm doing anything aerobic my instructor needs to be thinner than I am. Seriously! How the hell am I supposed to be motivated to sweat if the girl at the front of the class looks like she lives on Big Macs?! 

This is an important motivational factor for me! 

And DON'T talk to me like I'm a child. 

Since I am only on my third week of "getting back into shape" I've decided that the recumbent bike and circuit weight training are the best thing for me, for now. Once I can do the circuit without feeling like I'm dying I'll get into the free weights again. 

I'm trying to be smart about this and acknowledge that I am not 20-something anymore and my body just doesn't recover like it used to. 

Yeah, getting older really does suck! 

My biggest regret is that I allowed myself to get out of shape at all. Yeah I had twins and yeah I was busy but lots of people have twins and lots of people are busy. Lots of people also know when to stop eating and actually say "No thank you" when offered dessert.

I've been lazy with my food and therefore lazy about my health.  

So here I am less than a year shy of the big 5-0 and I'm starting over in the gym. 

The club we joined has tons of programs for us and for the kids as well as a free indoor play place that the boys can play on for hours...if I had that kind of time. The pools, all four of them, are spotless and the kids's pool is a zero entry pool that only goes to 3'6" deep. They have and adult only locker room as well as family locker rooms and a cafe. Our membership includes monthly cafe bucks that I can use for a cup of coffee before heading out and if we want to, we can bring our own food and eat in the cafe without a problem. 

It's an amazing place but you know what the best part is? 

I get two hours a day of childcare a day! 

Two. Hours. A. Day!!! Woot!! 

I can ride the bike and read a book at the same time. 

I can do the weight circuit without someone bugging me. 

I can have a conversation with another adult without interruption...well except for the moaner. 

The moaner. 

There's one in every gym. 

This guy gets on the elliptical bike thing and rides like he's being chanced by a pack of rabid raccoons. 

Despite the fact that he rides this thing every day, he gets pissed off at the machine, sometimes even yells at it but every day, without fail, he moans. 

Not a stressful grunt from time to time but full on, orgasmic moaning. 

It's a little uncomfortable to be around. 

The little old ladies that also workout while he's there spend their time alternately shaking their heads and blushing. 

I try to get there before he arrives but my schedule doesn't always allow for that. I've sort of gotten used to him and to be honest the discomfort that he causes those of us around him has become a great conversation starter. 

Who knows maybe I'll find a new workout partner.