A year or two after my cancer fight, and long after the pain from surgeries and various complications had finally subsided, I took notice of another type of fatigue. I realized that I had continuous low-grade aching and burning throughout my body that I never felt before cancer, and that it never really went away. Everybody thought I looked great, my hair and color had returned, and I had managed to lose a bit of the weight that I had picked up, but only I could feel this low-grade aching and burning in every single muscle in my body, and my continual struggle for energy despite the years that had passed. I never felt like I had anything more than a half tank of gas for the whole day, no matter how well rested I was. My body felt like it had aged at least 30 years, and I was formally diagnosed with chemotherapy-induced peripheral neuropathy by my GP. My oncologists told me that my neuropathy symptoms had improved to as good as they would get by this time, and that there was little hope for further improvement. I refused to accept that, and went to see my “other doctor.”
My wife just happens to be a neurologist. She commonly sees older patients who might have had cancer a few times, some of whom have neuropathy problems so bad that they can’t even stand or walk anymore. I was horrified. My wife encourages her patients to exercise, as that encourages nervous system regrowth and repair, but it’s a slow process that can take a long time. Few of her patients comply. I did.
For the next few years, I dedicated myself to a near daily program of exercise. I walked, or ran, or did whatever I could do on a given day. I gave up going out to lunch with my co-workers, as lunch was the only time I could truly exercise and push myself. It took everything that I had to get going in the mornings, and I was too exhausted from my day to exercise during the evenings. Progress, if you could call it that, was slow. It seemed like I was going nowhere, but I was happy for whatever incremental gains in strength and stamina that I could pickup. I’d wanted to give up so many times, but exercise always made me feel better, and there was no way in hell that I was going to spend the rest of my life feeling like an old man. I was a determined Scorpio on a mission.
Some tips. Our bodies have been through complete hell fighting cancer. Listen to what they’re telling you, and give them the rest that they need. Respect their limits, but keep pushing for more. Be patient, but persistent. Never give up, never lose hope, and find the support that you need, especially from other cancer survivors who know exactly what you’re facing. Never underestimate the resiliency of our bodies to heal and recover. Our bodies are amazing, but need prodding and encouragement! Give that to them. Most of all, never stop believing in yourself.
I could never run more than a few blocks without having to go down to a walk, until one day I could. Then I could never run a full 5K in better than 30 minutes, until one day I was able to do it! Then, I couldn’t do that consistently, until I could. I never could have imagined a time when I’d be able to exercise hard 5 days per week and feel fully charged each day, until today that I do! This progression has taken years, and not months as it might have for normal people, and might not have ever happened had I stopped believing in myself and quit!