It's not just shopping, as I mentioned on Wednesday, that I can give up with this terminal cancer diagnosis. There are a bunch of other things I never need to think about again and I'm pleased as punch to let them go.
Back in early October my oncologist, the chief hematology nurse and a social worker gathered in a room to tell me that my two new cancers could not be cured but that certain chemotherapy might extend the amount of “healthy” life I would have before symptoms of the cancers begin to take over.
My first thought then was, “A-a-a-ll R-i-i-ight! I just went through my exercise routine for the last time ever this morning.”
For years and years, at least five days a week, I had hated every moment of every workout and I'm happy to be done with it.
Here are some of the other things I have ditched:
• I don't need to worry about getting dementia anymore.
• I can eat anything I want. In fact, that chief hematology nurse has impressed on me more than once that I need to keep my weight up to avoid frailty.
So I can eat all the high calorie, high fat food I want and in fact, she told me not to worry that it may be unhealthy, that the cancer will kill me long before the diet would.
• No need to bother to learn the metric system now.
• I can stop feeling guilty about not texting. It's just not my thing.
• No more major dental work.
• I can stop worrying that I am hopelessly behind in keeping up with new music and movies. I have no reason to care now.
Think of all the time that list frees up. If you've got any suggestions of what else I might give up, I'm eager to hear and will consider them all.