Sunday morning we had one of those perfect married moments. We went to our local cafe, Shirley's, ordered breakfast - shared the Sunday paper - travel had an article on Ireland and we remembered our great trip, marveled at the stupid stuff people get up to, shared bits and pieces of news and opinions - just one of those moments when you are with your perfect person and in complete accord and enjoying each other. It was wonderful.
So we went home and I got out of the car and got to the step and my legs quit working - gone. Fortunately Gene was hovering because I had been weak all week so I landed gently on the garage step - and could not move. Well, high drama ensues - including a group hug with 4 EMT's to get me on a gurney --- and I am in the ER and the doctor picks up my leg and tells me to hold it and it drops like a rock. Well, this did not seem like a good thing. The legs started working sort of - shortly I could bend my knees but I have been admitted and tested and generally worked over.
And it wasn't nearly as bad as I feared - it is steroidal myopathy or severe muscle weakness that this particular steroid causes in the thigh muscles.
So I can once again stand and walk 50 feet and that met the requirement to come home and I am doing physical therapy to get stronger. I still tire so easily but I am very motivated and will focus on the therapy for the next week.
Please don't think I have been ignoring your emails - I appreciate them all.
1 comment:
Been there, been there, been there (except for Crohn's and lupus, not cancer). Couldn't walk to the bathroom unassisted, the legs just collapsed. And I too got better. I'm glad to hear your legs are getting better again too!
--AlisonH at spindyeknit.com
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