There’s been less pain today, more relaxing, less doing much and a nap in the middle of it all.  I can almost grab my left shoulder with my right hand but not quite.  Hurts too much still.  But there is progress.  My days are so mundane and boring and don’t seem to be able to separate themselves into unique entities.  I have to look at the date on the computer to know what it is and all my appointments are listed on a whiteboard.  Actually it’s black, and the washable ink is pink.  My 2 favorite colours before this cancer all started and I’m determined to allow pink to remain a favorite without the stigma of it being the colour of breast cancer.

The day to day  stuff I used to do and took for granted stand out now that they aren’t easy anymore.  Closing the drapes, picking something up off the floor, brushing my hair, feeding the cat, standing up after lying down on the couch.  These as well as many other things take extra time and care and far less speed.  I think for me, ‘normal’ will be when I can do these without having to think about it, without causing pain.