A month or two ago my mom told me that her sister (my Aunt, but I’m not allowed to call her that, she’s just Jill,) had found a lump in her breast. I didn’t hear anything about it after that until today.
Today I found out that she’s undergoing chemotherapy.
I should feel more connected to this fact, and yet I do not. Sometimes I wonder what’s wrong with me.
In other news, I may or may not have a kidney stone. At the very least, I seem to have some sort of Urinary tract or bladder infection. The pain could be from a kidney stone, it has been reasoned. I’m now on Antibiotics for a week and a half – the same ones that Adam’s on! Huzzah! At least I know the side effects, and I only have to take it for ten days.
I also went to the gym tonight, although I kept the workout pretty short. I did, however, go, which is the first hurdle really. Since I’ve started going last week, I’ve managed to not wimp out once on the days I promised I would go. I’m also biking again, and my new route is pretty much a constant uphill the whole way home, taking about 25 minutes. It’s hard work. I will celebrate on the day that I notice it’s not hard work anymore.