I am purrrrrfect!!!

So chuffed. Went to see the physician today who monitors my thyroid and cholesterol. Actually he is an endocronologist, a brilliant one. Really. And I was perfect! Well, as perfect as one can be. Yes, my cholesterol was 5.3 when normal is 5 but last year (before cancer diagnosis, incidentally) it was also 5.3. And yes, my triglycerides are above normal but are less than last year and my good cholesterol is even better than last year's count, despite doing less exercise (cos of cancer treatment and being restricted to 15 min of cardio a time), so I am very chuffed.
Best of all, the doctor made me feel terrific. And he is known to be a tyrant. Really. (When I told my biokineticist I was seeing him today and was scared, she thought it was because he is so stern.)
Afterwards he said to me: "You walk in here and as you're sitting down say, by 'by the way, I've had cancer'." He made me feel that i was amazing, that since the last time he had seen me I have been diagnosed with cancer, had treatment yet was now fine. And then my blood pressure was so low - 108/80 - that he said: "Like a chicken's!"
He was incredulous, in a positive way, and I felt fantastic.
Good to know I am healthy.
Now pray that next week's mammogram and scan goes ok.

had a nerve-wracking moment

Had to go to gym today. The same gym I used to bounce into four times a week, do my hour and 25 minutes workout, shower and then leave. Will sometimes shower (saturday and sunday mornings) and sometimes not (Mondays and the other weekday). And if I was in a hurry to go somewhere, did less, say 45 minutes or whatever.
Anyway, once I chose my oncologist, he banned me from the gym, even before I started treatment. I distinctly remember roaming around Hyde Park one evening and bumped into my friend Eugenie and explaining that I was on my way to Pick n Pay supermarket to buy one item, just one item (doubt I actually walked out with only one though), because quite frankly I was at a dead loss as to what to do with myself. Early evening was my gym time - and now what was I to do?
Once I started treatment, my nice euphemism for chemo, don't think I missed gym, dunno. But do remember I felt quite sad when I drove passed it the first time. Had a panging, a longing.... it was the place where I .. what's that cliched term? It was "me time". Oh not that I have kids or anything like that, but it was the one time I did not have to think but could just focus on what I was doing physically. And think about my breathing. And just feel good about life.
Then today went back. Thought about what I wore today very carefully cos today was the day I was going to the gym. Wore a pink cap with a butterfly on the side. Think I detest if if I think about it. Dunno.
Sat coyly on the seat and waited for my appointment with the biokineticist and felt like crying. SMS-ed The Empathetic One and he said: "it must be the violin" and I instantly felt better. Smiled. It was ok.
But later I thought: why did I feel so sad? And I think it's cos sitting there, with my hat, in my clothes, so different to the way I used to bounce in, and it was ultimately a harsh reminder of how things used to be, before I was diagnosed with cancer.