One Week

It's been exactly one week since my radical hysterectomy.  Each day I am slowly getting better, though I am not completely there yet.  This morning I wanted to take a short walk around the patio of my apartment complex.  Just walking down the stairs almost completely sapped my energy.  Talk about being disappointed.  :-(  I had wanted to take myself to the store, but not really being able to walk too far shot that plan down.  :-(  thankfully, my friend Harlie came and took me.  (I was determined to get out of the apartment!!)  Walking out of the store did wipe me out a bit, though.  So I came home, ate some lunch, took my meds, and took a nap.  My aunt came over and cleaned my place up and did my laundry while I slept, so I'm grateful for that.  :-)  I do have good moments, though.  I no longer struggle to get out of bed, and I can lay on my side, even if it's just for a short while.  Coughing has gotten a lot easier.  It no longer feels like my insides are being ripped out.  It's a good feeling.  :-)  going to the restroom has gotten easier, too, and I don't have to go as often.  :-)  the only thing I wish I could control but can't would be my emotions.  :-(  I still spontaneously burst into tears, and I still get angry about getting cancer.  Every little thing makes me sad or upset or angry.  But each time this happens, I try to think of the love and support of those that care about me, and it does seem to help.  And I remind myself to take it one day at a time.  Really, that's all any of us can do.  :-)