The oncologist looked shocked when he laid eyes on my dad. ‘You look well,’ he remarked before adding ‘The treatment you are on is hardcore, and you’re one of the oldest people on chemo.’
It is quite incredible. Dad has gained weight, he’s zipping around like a sixty-year-old and aside from a skin rash, the chemo has had few ill effects.
We don’t know yet if it is working, but he is looking pretty good on it. When it comes to cancer, you really do have to take one day at at time, but right here, right now, Dad is in a good place.
I went straight to ballet after the hospital appointment and something Big Dave the teacher said, really resonated.
A woman complained that she had an arched back. ‘No you don’t,’ said Dave with a slight LA twang. ‘You are not standing straight. Your body is perfect – for you. Isn’t that great? Everybody, your body is perfect for you. The physicality of ballet really makes you appreciate that.’ It’s so true!
I give my body a hard time. I berate my back fat, hate the sight of the cellulite on my thighs and am certain my bunions are growing, but I have to remember that this body has served me well. It’s given birth to three children, run a marathon and is withstanding the rigours of thrice weekly ballet classes.
Today, right here, right now, it’s well and healthy and I am thankful for that.
My body and I make a great team.