Between my walker, wheelchair, and shower bench, we run a smooth operation each morning. I independently shower, bathroom, toothbrush, and shave. All of which are important to me. And why I have this pride, knowing in this sonic boom I am not in control, I don’t know. I won the UCSF housing lottery last week, only 30% who apply do. A 1-bedroom in Mission Bay would have been home. My CA license is now complete too. Both now wins, squarely wins for no other reason. But wins nonetheless.
Update: I’m on radiation day 12, chemo 10. I met my CAN support nurse Wednesday, who gently warned to watch for thrush. The next day after I brushed my teeth, I noticed it and feel the coat of fungus on my tongue. Wholly expected being on high dose steroids. I’ve started nystatin QID and my parents are strictly adhering to this, which will nip it I’m sure.