There is good news. The butt pain tumour does seem to have been damaged by last week’s chemotherapy and radiotherapy. A complete job? Probably not.
There’s still something niggling down there. Not painfully. But I can sense it. Maybe it’s a fried tumour disintegrating. Maybe it’s shrunken but waiting to return. Time will tell.
What is clear is that my frame seems weaker since the treatment. Because the pain is currently absent I’m less aware of the position my body is in as I attemp to stand up. The pain somehow informing me I was good to move. Now nothing. That’s good. But suddenly getting out of bed feels tough. Confidence or strength to stand up is absent. I’m wobbly as I lift myself to stand. And despite being damaged, where the tumour was / is still seems to leave me with restricted movement.
Then again, the bread is out of the bread maker. The bacon and eggs are ready to cook. And I’ve already been in the hot tub. Life is good.