It’s been a few months since surgery and my last round of chemo.  A couple of months after surgery, I started physical therapy. I can’t say enough good things about it.

Sure, it’s a pain. Who has time to go anywhere twice a week to do exercises for things you had been doing for years like buckling a seatbelt? But…I can’t imagine what recovery would be like without out. I feel like physical therapy has been a great contribution to my recovery and enabled me to regain my range of motion and start working out again.

I find it frustrating that for most major surgeries, physical therapy is a given. But, for a surgery in which you have your breasts removed and reconstructed, not so much.

Physically, I’m still tired, and my brain isn’t what it used to be. I have a couple of months of Herceptin to go. Herceptin is a wonder drug for Her 2 positive women like myself. I’m grateful that it is around for my treatment and feel sad for women years before me who went without it.

It’s not all doom and gloom. I have hair. I look less like a cancer patient and more like some badass lady who cut and dyed her hair cos she feels like it. Ha! One funny thing is people cos of my hair think maybe I’m antiauthority, a poser since I don’t have a lot of tattoos, or way cooler than I am.

Instead, I’m just a lady who had cancer and loves having some damn hair. I also want to have some fun with it. Besides, the color goes well with my color combo. So, why the hell not?