Surgery, Chemotherapy, and Radiation therapy take a lot out of a person. You've probably all ready my blogs and have some inkling as to how much the treatments impacted me, but I thought another example might be needed.
I blogged earlier tonight about how weak I still am compared to where I used to be. I bitched and moaned about how hard it was to surf today.
Truthfully - a lot of things are harder for me now. I just don't complain about them. I am lucky to be alive and I have no doubt my strength will eventually return. I made a promise to myself that I would lead a more active lifestyle once I was through treatments.
I have made true on that promise. I am outside more often. I am surfing again. I work out regularly.
But I am still very weak. It comes back slowly - but my mind still thinks I am as strong as I used to be - when I am not. I still feel like I should have the endurance I used to have, but I don't. So when I said in my last blog that I almost drowned today because I got too tired to paddle out and the breaks were pummelling me - I meant that literally.
My strength was gone, people. I had no reserves to dig into to save myself - I limped out of the water like a near-drowned rat. I was dejected and angry - and more than a little scared. I used to have a "reserve" well of strength I could call on in times of need. No longer. It is gone.
Chemotherapy and radiation robbed me of my strength. I may never be as strong as I used to be.
Here, take a look at this graph. This graph shows how much my maximum bench press has been affected as I go through treatments and recovery:
As you can see - I used to be able to bench press 220lbs. My low point was 90lbs. I am now lucky to bench 160 - on a good day.
Now you know. People ask me all the time how I feel. They say I look "great." They say I look like I am stronger than ever.
I'm glad I look so well - but I am not stronger. Maybe one day - until then I need to be careful and not let myself get to the point where I almost drown trying to be the man I used to be.
I blogged earlier tonight about how weak I still am compared to where I used to be. I bitched and moaned about how hard it was to surf today.
Truthfully - a lot of things are harder for me now. I just don't complain about them. I am lucky to be alive and I have no doubt my strength will eventually return. I made a promise to myself that I would lead a more active lifestyle once I was through treatments.
I have made true on that promise. I am outside more often. I am surfing again. I work out regularly.
But I am still very weak. It comes back slowly - but my mind still thinks I am as strong as I used to be - when I am not. I still feel like I should have the endurance I used to have, but I don't. So when I said in my last blog that I almost drowned today because I got too tired to paddle out and the breaks were pummelling me - I meant that literally.
My strength was gone, people. I had no reserves to dig into to save myself - I limped out of the water like a near-drowned rat. I was dejected and angry - and more than a little scared. I used to have a "reserve" well of strength I could call on in times of need. No longer. It is gone.
Chemotherapy and radiation robbed me of my strength. I may never be as strong as I used to be.
Here, take a look at this graph. This graph shows how much my maximum bench press has been affected as I go through treatments and recovery:
As you can see - I used to be able to bench press 220lbs. My low point was 90lbs. I am now lucky to bench 160 - on a good day.
Now you know. People ask me all the time how I feel. They say I look "great." They say I look like I am stronger than ever.
I'm glad I look so well - but I am not stronger. Maybe one day - until then I need to be careful and not let myself get to the point where I almost drown trying to be the man I used to be.