While I was on chemo, and for quite a while after, I took a nap just about every single day. I’d skip a day here or there, but for the most part, I napped for two or three hours every afternoon. Sometimes that put a bit of a damper on my fun, I once turned down a lunch invitation to District Taco just to be sure I had time for my nap! I usually had company when I was at the hospital, but occasionally I’d sneak in a nap there, too. My best hospital nap was probably just after this picture was taken, I was in this super teensy room while I waited to get appropriately radioactive for my PET scan. The recliner I was in touched one wall when it was reclined, and my feet were touching the other wall. I can see some people finding it claustrophobic, but it was huge compared to the tube they stuck me in moments later!
I’m missing my naps now, though. There’s something so luxurious about using a nap as a perfectly acceptable excuse to do nothing. Now I’m back to weekends-only naps, and last weekend was too busy, so it’s been a LONG time since I’ve had a nap. Those were the good old days!
This post is part of a series of what I’ll miss from my time as a cancer patient. I know cancer is a serious thing, not everyone tolerates treatment well, and not everyone recovers. I don’t mean to offend by making light of a serious subject. These posts are just a glimpse of my efforts to make the best of my situation—to find the silver linings wherever I can.