Heat. I am not a fan. We’ve actually been pretty fortunate this summer, as it’s Augsut 10th and I think this is really our first unspeakably hot day. As in, leave-the-airconditioner-on-for-the-pets hot.
A year ago, the week I finished chemo, in early June, we experienced an ungodly heat wave more typical of mid-August. I came out of the hospital after my last treatment only to be engulfed in a haze of moisture and temperatures in the high 90’s. This was NOT – I repat, NOT – what a body that has just been through four months of chemo needed. It was like drowning above water.
In the aftermath of chemo, heat wasn’t just unpleasant, it was like some kind of soul-sucking demon. Drove me to tears on more than one occasion. But what’s a Leo to do? The dog days are a rite of passage. It’s just that last summer, I had quite enough other rites of passage I was struggling with, thanks very much. Heat+chemo=pure evil.
So while I detest the fetid, saturated air that shrouds the City of Brotherly Love on this Monday morning, I am gratfeul, at least, that I don’t feel like Mother Nature is trying to assassinate me, personally.
Here’s once again to the resilience of the human body.