I was telling my son how fed up I was with everything , especially resting.
I am not a couch potato, I need to "do" things.
Son looked at me with all the pain in his face and said:
Mom, if I could be well in 2 weeks and just sit in my room for 2 weeks
and rest. If I could do that and guarantee that I could then do what you do
I would sign up for it in a heart beat.
Son has agoraphobia has been in my house without leaving for 3 1/2 years.
I felt ashamed that I am being such a bitch about this set back.
I can still walk, I conquered the cancer, I still can think, what the heck is wrong with me?