As my battle with bladder cancer continues, I’m learning a lesson that involves ingesting a pill that is hard for me to swallow.
And that lesson is that right now I am not quite as tough as I once thought I was.
Potential side effects from the chemotherapy treatments I’m getting are so numerous that they’d take way too much time to identify.
But tiredness, and what I perceive as a reduction in quality in my voice, are just two of them.
The daily nap, that used to be a luxury, seems for now to be a necessity after work.
I’m also finding my voice lacks the power that it has had in the past, which is a bit troubling when you consider that I speak for a living.
I’m comforted by the thought that these issues, and some joint and muscle pain that I’m experiencing while treatment is underway, will subside or go away when treatment is complete.
In the meantime I’m having to live with them, but still feel fortunate that I’m doing as well as I am so far.
Hopefully, when this is all a piece of my past, I’ll have plenty of years ahead to recover.
That’s the way I see it.