I went to a Saint Paul Saints game yesterday with Ted and my good friend Michelle. It was a lot of fun--much more relaxed than a major league game, for sure. I will post a few pictures on here.
The past few days have been the usual post-steroid discomfort and moodiness. The steroids cause edema, so I feel like an overfilled water balloon, and boy am I SORE. My joints ache like they are a hundred years old. Percocets are always my best friends during this time. None of my clothes fit--I have to literally squeeze myself into my t-shirts. If you were to even touch my arm, I would cringe in pain. The best part of all this? It will soon be over! I won't have to endure this again in two more weeks! I love how that sounds: it's OVER. OVER. DONE. FINISHED. TREATMENT COMPLETED. NO MORE. While I know that the threat of the cancer returning is very real, it is also not very likely because of how early we caught mine. I'm really looking forward to getting back to a sense of "normalcy," whatever that means.