For the last three days the joint pain has been significant, significant enough to really ground me. I’ve spent more time on the couch than usual, and two days ago I got up, had breakfast then crawled back in to bed with a heating pad.
I recall this pain on my first chemo. Once the toxicity increases the drugs tend to seek out new ways to make you pay attention. This time Cobozantinib is giving my joints a little tension.
And as a result I walk like an old man, I grunt and groan every time I get up off a chair and I am limited in activity.
Or so I thought.
Today, instead of giving in to it like I did the last three days, I decided to take a walk with Tracey. And it was fine, slower but the kms were achieved. Well almost, still have .4 kms to go today.
And naturally my overall goal of 5km average for the month needs some help as I’ve dropped to 4.5kms.
What I’ve learned yet again is that the mind has influence over the body.
And I’ve also learned that joint pain is more aggravating than itchy skin so I’m in the bath thinking of sunny mountain days and visually preparing for a hike soon.
And in no time I’ll get those missing kms back and the first month of the year long challenge will be a success.
All is good. I can see it clearly.
