Yesterday, I found out that I'm an inch taller than I was two years ago.
I found this out while I was checking in with my primary doc, who I have not seen in more than a year.
She was pleased that I was handling (and with just one week to go) chemo so well and very pleased that I have lost so much weight (105#s to date) so we discussed a reasonable goal weight and all the other things I need to attend to before I see her again.
I had been dreading the appointment, but it went really well. She is a tiny little thing and she just kept shaking her head at my so called skinny problems.
For instance, I recently fixed the stuck latch on the big bathtub in my bathroom and was looking forward to enjoying a long, hot soak for the first time in months. But with the knee issues, I had to gerry rig all kinds of supports to get in and out and with having lost most of the padding I used to sit on, I found that to bottom of the tub hurt my bottom and I'm back to showers.
I also told her about last Saturday afternoon, when I drove up to the outside mailbox at the Post Office to mail a bill, and managed to mail the bill along with the very loose rings from my left hand. It was past the time that the inside counter was open, but I have cultivated a very close relationship with my postal peoples and I was able to call inside, explain my plight and one of the Marks* came out and retrieved my rings.
I do need to see a jeweler soon.
And I do need to thank my dear friend Cookie who scoured the nets to come up with all sorts of tub friendly booster seats for my bath time. Did you know that today is her birthday? Did you also know that she sent me a hat that actually fits my now smaller (but taller) head?
It's Sitka Spruce from Tincanknits and the yarn is a whole 'nother story, but the hat is lovely, warm and will be treasured, as I do her friendship.
I currently have a sweater drying on the spare room bed and I actually have buttons to sew on it tomorrow. I also finished up the closet sort through and will be donating another 10 bags of clothes that are mostly too big or too out of date for me now or too small for me to hold on to. I met my goal of using only a third of the space available, but I'll have more to say about how the process made me really look at myself.
* there is a Mark, a Marc and another Mark.