My wife really is an inspiration.
Obviously, I’ve been feeling pretty bad. It peaked on the third and fourth days after chemo with severe nausea. I finally caved and went to see my family doctor and she gave me a prescription for, Pramin, which thankfully has really helped. I think I was under medicated on my first session of chemo and I plan to ask my oncologist about it and let him know how bad I felt.
After a glorious and restful day, with the holiness of the Sabbath still flowing, and the sweet scent of the Havdalah spices still in the air, I tied on my Sauconys and plugged into my music. I ran. I pounded the streets of my city with a new found joy. I cannot put into words how wonderful it felt to make my lungs burn and my muscles peform! I personally apologize to the residents of Ben Ze’ev street for my loud and off key rendition of What Doesn’t Kill You Makes You Stronger.
I’m not beating any records but I feel perfectly happy with my 5.48 kilometers and my 6.90 minute pace for now and who knows maybe I’ll improve and maybe I won’t but the main thing is to feel that alive feeling of a survivor on the run. I have felt sick and I’ve been a complete lump, laying around, not doing much of anything, feeling extremely nauseated by the smells of anything scented and foods – anything cooking… but this evening I feel sweaty and alive.
Read the whole perspiring and inspiring thing here.
