Quite a few people over the last few months have commented upon my height or rather lack of it. I have also noticed that things I used to reach with ease are now a little further away. When I went for my usual blood test and pre-assessment I asked them to measure me. The upshot is I have shrunk by half an inch, which when you are only 5 foot 2 inches, is quite a lot. However, about 9 years ago I started doing "old lady" yoga and over the first year I grew by half an inch. So I am of the opinion that I haven't shrunk so much as slouched, as I have done little or no exercise, yoga or otherwise, for about a year.
As it happens I have resumed my "old lady" yoga, since I now feel that my body is stable enough and not so painful. I have done two sessions. The first one was hard, but I was very gentle and listened when my muscles said "Nope, not doing that." The second session, which was 5 days after treatment was much, much harder, but I did complete both sessions and they were totally worth it. Although, I suspect that I enjoy the relaxation part much, much more than before. I am hoping that yoga will perform its heightening miracle again.
The drug I am on, as I have said before, is Kadcyla. Its side effects are minimal. The main one being constipation which I find easier to cope with than the alternative. The biggest problem with these minimal side effects is that they do lull me into a false sense of security. I had treatment on Thursday and was out of the unit before lunch, which is unheard of. I had a snooze that afternoon. On Friday I popped to the shops and the bank, in the car and again had a snooze in the afternoon. Saturday I did a bit of shopping, had a snooze in the afternoon and then went out for an early dinner. Sunday, I did nothing much and had yet another afternoon snooze. Monday, I went to work, left early-ish and had a snooze. Tuesday I did yoga in the morning, a spot of shopping and a snooze in the afternoon. Wednesday, I got up as per usual and felt bleugh. I was supposed to have my usual weekly lunch with my mum, but thought better of it and spent the day in bed. I slept fitfully, had a spot of lunch and slept some more. When I finally got up I felt much better. I'm not sure if it was the cumulative effect of doing stuff in the days immediately after treatment, or the cummulative effect of the last 8 months of treatment. Either way, my day in bed was clearly what I needed. What I will do after my next treatment is...nothing at all.
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