The Yoga Man thinks I have adult asthma. It's much worse than the childhood one, he says, which just goes away.
Don't you think you're being a bit dramatic, I ask. It's just flu, only been a week.... I mumble.
Exactly, he says. Dramatic. That fits you.
Anyway, the fact is I am still sick. Would normally not give a damn. Yes my chest feels tight, yes my voice is not that great (it sounds gravelly) but I mostly feel fine.
The trouble is that I cannot do lymph massage when I am sick. And the days are passing and I am not getting better.
Is this tight chest caused from Herceptin, I wonder. Or am I just being neurotic. (Only last night read Joanna's blog, Life has its ups and downs which referred to how, once you're had cancer, every little niggly pain becomes a major calamity.)
But my arm is not feeling great. So do I wear the sleeve? Wear it, says The Yoga Man, who doesn't think the sleeve is a big deal at all. Not sure I have the courage. It fills me with despair. Will see how I feel tomorrow. Just pulled up the sleeve of my t-shirt and looked at my arm. It looked fine to me. Will decide tomorrow. Maybe I will stay home tomorrow - again - (did so one day last week too) in an attempt to shake off this lurgy once and for all - for the sake of my arm and my anxiety re lymphedema.