When I am not exercising or going to physical therapy or sewing, I am resting (okay, napping) on the couch. A lovely mindless Hallmark Christmas movie plays on the tv as I snooze, stretched out on the couch by the fireplace and snuggled in a fleece blanket.
I’ve been told by the experts that this post-radiation exhaustion is normal and could last for months. So I’ve stopped complaining (for the most part) and have accepted that this is my life for the time being.
I remind myself I’m getting rested up for next summer at the lake.