I sat down, fastened my seat belt and turned the key in the ignition. The engine reluctantly spluttered into life and soon I was on my way. It felt weird to be driving again. The left side of my chest was a bit uncomfortable at times, but the freedom to get around independently again more than compensated.
I drove to the doctors' surgery and filled in a form requesting a letter signing me off work until the week after my first chemo, although I am going into work in a couple of weeks, to talk about what I'll be working on when I go back.
While I was at the doctors, I made an appointment to talk about getting a referral to a physiotherapist. Every morning when I wake up, my back is sore and it's hard to stay in bed and even harder to get up. It may be because I'm stooping - subconsciously protecting my wound by rounding my shoulders - or it may be because I'm lying down more than I used to. Whatever the reason, I need to get some exercises or stretches to do. If I'm to go into battle with cancer, hair loss, sickness, fatigue, mouth ulcers and goodness knows what else ... I don't want to be struggling with back ache as well.