The thing about breast cancer is that it’s a gift that keeps on giving.
I have no doubt it is the same for many other diagnosis, I don’t like to be greedy.
One of these gifts, which I wasn’t aware of previously, is osteoporosis – porous bones to you and me.
Can I return for a refund?
My nan had osteoporosis so it is something I had heard of but I hadn’t paid much attention to. I just assumed it was something that old ladies got because menopause wasn’t shit enough.
And sure enough when she fell and broke her hip at the age of 90, everything else went wrong and she passed away.
The day after my first ever chemo session.
Life’s a bad joke sometimes.
no old ladies here
But I’m not old.
Okay technically I may be older than I like to think I am, but I’m not old. I am not an Old Lady.
Other than in my fantasy where my hubby is a member of Sons of Anarchy, but I digress…
And yet because of breast cancer, chemotherapy and menopause, the latter a bit earlier than I would have liked, osteoporosis is now something that is very real and something I have to watch out for.
Like it’s going to give me a sign, a warning.
Here I come !! Warning! Warning! Bone Weakening Approaching!
However despite this possibility, I been waiting for a bone density scan since my first oncologist appointment back in April 2019. I first had one back in 2017 when I was being checked to see if I had the BRCA gene, which I do not, and back then my bones were delightful and young.
Well. They were fine for my age anyway. But things change. And change quickly.
The irony that my breasts are dense but my bones are not, is not lost on me.
so what's the plan?
So now, along with all my drugs, I now have delicious tasting supplements to take that will allegedly help. And surprisingly no suggestion of consuming more milk.
Which I am disappointed about because chocolate has milk in it…
And it’s another opportunity for the world to scream “do some exercise for goodness sake!”
Like I don’t already know that I should get off my fat arse more than I do.
Even my hubby has the cheek to mention it occasionally under the guise of “I think you need some fresh air darling”.
Oh to be a dog and just be able to stick my head out of the window…
Strangely, being gluten free is supposed to help with osteoporosis, as would reducing alcohol intake.
I may manage one of those but it’s a shame to have to eat the bacon on its own.
Perhaps once the teenager has returned to school I will consider the other.
Maybe. There has to be some joy in life surely? And I have to help out Naked Wines.
leotards and legwarmers
So a return to Pilates is a definite because, well, I actually enjoy it. It’s fun. Trying to manipulate my joints into positions that they don’t want to go is hard, but the company I do it with is worth the pain.
But I am also supposed to do something aerobic. Now that doesn’t sound fun. I am quite able to get red and sweaty just by getting out of bed some days, without the need to work out my legs, bums and tums. Yep, plural. It sounds horrific.
And I’m not sure I have the right outfit.
So to delay the inevitable return of the leg warmers, I am making the most of my short quarantine and the fact that I cannot leave the house.
No exercise for me, but unfortunately no chocolate either.
Just a porous Old Lady drinking wine…
