Since I wrote an “End of Year Report” for My Fitness Journey last year, it only seems appropriate to write one for this year also. However, this year has been a completely NEW journey. If you had told me at the end of December 2012 that I would be dealing with breast cancer in 2013, I would not have believed it. But, such is life; filled with twists and turns we must face.
The first five months of the year I made very good progress. I didn't lose a great deal of weight, but I gained strength and toned in places I hadn't seen look like that in a LONG time. I worked hard and had pride in the gains I was making.
I had my routine mammogram the last week in April. I also tore my left meniscus the same week. I didn't stop exercising, but I changed the way I did things. Admittedly, it slowed me down a bit. I was called back for a repeat mammogram, but I have been called back so many times that I wanted to talk to the same doctor that I talked to last year. We couldn't find a time that we could both be there at the hospital at the same time (he does a lot of seminars and such), so I agreed to the repeat (ultrasound) with another doctor.
I did the repeat on May 25, was biopsied May 30, diagnosed June 3 and in surgery for a lumpectomy June 10. I froze my gym membership for a time, and concentrated on recovery from surgery. I returned to work July 1. I began radiation treatment August 5 and ended September 19. It was good to exercise at the gym during the month of August and September. However, by October, I was at a place of fatigue I had never known. I became ill with an upper respiratory infection that lasted six weeks. I literally had to take two more weeks off without pay, just to get well. I again froze my gym membership.
I gained some weight during radiation treatment, even while I was exercising; and then I had to be on two new medications, Arimidex—an estrogen blocker—which I will take for 3-5 years; and Prozac, which is helping me manage other aspects of my life. While I learned to eat differently, and made the best choices possible, eventually my weight leveled off, at about 10-12 lbs more than the day I was diagnosed.
I am not worried about it. Writing this in December, I AM finally feeling better and I will return to the fitness club in January. I may be starting over in many ways, and I will take it slow. The last thing I need is another injury now.