Amazon delivered my walking cane yesterday. It’s replacing the hiking stick I’d invested in pre-cancer diagnosis that has effectively fallen apart.
Despite the positives of my new osimertinib drug my right leg is being a bit of a nuisance. Pins and needles in the foot. This might be the drug itself, or a small tumour sitting on the nerve higher up the leg. Hip and buttock problems too. In truth it could be anything from a long list of things. I’m two months off my next scan and don’t really know.
What I do know is that it provides discomfort. Pain is too strong a word. And while I’ve shown that I can get around without a stick I do reach for railings.
So my new walking stick will come out for occasional use. I will look like my Grandad. But at least I will reduce the risk of a bone breaking fall. Whereas my hiking stick provided give in design, this is just a single piece of wood. Helpful for pavements rather than hill dwelling.
On a positive, pre-drug change the right leg struggled to support me. If I was negotiating awkward terrain and couldn’t see how far away from the ground my foot was I had become timid about taking a risk of hurting my whole leg. Putting my foot down sharply was agony. Now it isn’t. I’m confident enough to take an awkward step whereas I wasn’t before. But I picture myself walking around Lake Bled in a Slovenian outing back in March and I can spot a deterioration I really wish wasn’t happening.