The road back

Its been some time, in fact almost an entire month, since my last update. I thought I would give you a few weeks off from having to read my constant ramblings about my post-treatment symptoms and emotional well-being.

I'll spare you the line by line details of each and every physical symptom that I'm still having to come to terms with, but I will tell you this, instead of getting down about the buzzing ears, burnt nerve-endings etc, I have done some DIY mind re-programming so that living with these symptoms will be a reminder to me that had I have had this illness only 30-odd years ago, I wouldn't be sitting here sharing these updates with you. That's not as a result of the internet not having been pioneered then, but rather owing to the lack of effective treatment being available.

Onto the good stuff...

...the last 2 weeks have been a massive turning point in every possible way. My energy levels seem to have really surged...I am managing long walks now without getting out of breath, and I'm even able to have full days out without being forced to take a few days down-time afterwards. All the signs are looking good. I've even started to reciprocate to Debs after she had cooked nearly 5 month's worth of meals for me - yip, the last week or so has seen the household apron slung across a different set of neck and shoulders.

As of today I've even agreed my work start date with my Director...to those of you at Amex, you will be seeing 'the face behind the blog' come 22nd October. I will be going back on a part-time basis, as instructed by the various medical bods who have been constantly monitoring my recovery. The thought of returning to work, in this instance, I like to think is another step in the direction of me piecing my life back together.

Last week even saw my first appearance back in the gym since the first week in May. A 15 minutes brisk walk/jog on a treadmill, and a few leg exercises are hardly going to qualify me for Mr Universe '08, but with every journey back to full fitness it all starts with a single step, and I believe that my first gym session on Wednesday was precisely that, my very first step.

Now, to my hair - a subject that is proving to provide me great excitement on an almost daily basis now. Having come from a base where my head resembled a fortune teller's crystal ball for over 3 months, trust me when I say that I notice the miraculous regrowth of every single strand of hair. The initial growth of head-hair has turned out to be a light 'bum-fluff' with the odd sprinkling of darker hairs. As for my facial hair, it to has returned and at quite a rapid rate to - it seems to be getting more course by the day. The best way to describe my appearance at the moment, is one of a 6 month old toddler with a 5 'o clock shadow. For the purposes of this blog I won't be providing an update of my hair regrowth any further south then my neck-line.

And now, if you'll excuse me, I need to go and audit my shampoo supplies.