I used to love reading. I still do, but I have read few books since having metastatic breast cancer. Focusing is a big challenge for me sometimes, and I find myself falling asleep as soon as I get into a couple of pages. That happens shortly after I reread the last page or two from the previous session because I cannot keep anything in my head for an extended time. I am trying to read The Emperor of All Maladies, which is a great read, but I have started it over and over again hoping each time that this will be the time I can progress past the first chapter.
Reading articles is fine, though sometimes I have to read a paragraph a couple of times before it sticks. I hate that. It ruins the beauty of the flow, which is important. Reading has a rhythmic component, and that is part of the enjoyment for me. For my birthday my husband got me an iPad, so that might help since I can carry that with me wherever I am and that alone will help. Sometimes I am just too tired to get up and retrieve a book from the last place I left it, usually in the other room.
I am still feeling lousy, as though I have some kind of a tummy virus even though I do not believe I do. I slept most of today, drinking juice and water between naps. Oh, yeah, I finished watching the finals match that we recorded between Federer and Nadal and cried for Federer, even though I think the match was as good as it could be. No luck there, only pure adrenaline and many magical moments on that red clay.
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