A taste of normal

This was an official upswing. Several days in a row of feeling pretty good! Jason's mom was visiting this weekend, and we were able to enjoy a few days without me being incapable of doing anything. In fact, yesterday, I went on my first Target excursion in several weeks, and, even more exciting, we went out to dinner!! I haven't been out to dinner in months, it seems. My appetite is definitely back, and my breathing has significantly improved. My feet have started to drain, although there's still fluid in my ankles. But it's definitely better. I was able to walk around, walk on the treadmill, do some stretching exercises - get the blood flowing again. My muscles have atrophied and I am so weak. But at least I can make it all the way up to the third floor without being totally winded.

I do know, however, that this is temporary. On Tuesday, I'll get more chemo and be knocked down a bit. And I hope that I'll get back to where I am now relatively soon. But this weekend, last night, going out to dinner, it was a glimpse. It was a glimpse into what my hopes are for the future, and it was a glimpse into how things used to be. On a normal Saturday night, Jason and I would go out to dinner, then maybe have a drink somewhere else or walk around or go somewhere. It hurts so much that it can't be like that. That hurt just never goes away. A taste of normal can be bittersweet. But we try to enjoy it as much as we can.