Cue up Wille, I’m back in the saddle again …
My first off chemo week, I’m feeling really good, the day is glorious, and my bike was begging me to ride to work today. No great accomplishment, it’s only a six mile round trip, but it felt great to do something “normal”. The only chemo side effect I’ve experienced so far is a form of peripheral neuropathy where my fingers tingle when I touch something cold. Even with warm gloves, it felt like a mild electrical shock when gripping the bars. I’m going to call it digit buzz.
My weight is in a realm not seen since we were first married and thus my riding kit fits quite comfortably. However, any dream of being a professional cyclist is now dashed; I’m sure my life enhancing pharmacological cocktail wouldn’t pass the drug screening. I pray my cancer fight will be as successful as Lance Armstrong’s, but I promise not to become an a**hole no matter what.