I've had a bit of a struggle over the last month or so dealing with the mental aspects of living with cancer. I was also struggling with my limited movement as my shoulders and neck suffered collateral damage during surgery.
I started physiotherapy and after a few trials, my physio started me in the hospital gym on exercises to strengthen my shoulders. They have worked wonders, not only on my movement but also for my positivity.
Today I had my speech valve replaced - without anaesthetic- yea! Power of meditation! Imagine someone keeping their finger in your throat and pressing for an hour on one spot and you get the idea; they needed to dilate the hole. Why my life involves holes requiring dilation I have no idea

I also had a full physical and endoscopic examination of my throat surgery and the report was 'You have made a remarkable recovery' I was going to say something but my new speech valve blocked and so I was reduced to writing on my whiteboard. So much for science!
I have now been cleared to re-join my regular gym. Tomorrow I start with an assessment with a PT with a list of what I can and cannot do from my physio's. The last time I was there was 3 months after chemo/rad and I could feel the cancer regrowing as I worked out. I think I tried to fight the negative thoughts with exercise. This time I'm doing it with joy and happiness and thinking that this is a really good time to buy some new hot exercise gear!! I have a body I'm proud of so watch me shine!
I've been talking to my psychiatrist about dealing with the mental aspects of cancer and that is helping. I never realised that having to go to a psychiatrist for gender therapy would prove so useful. I needed no assistance in my gender identity but lots with helping deal with past traumas and now having her available for this issue has been lovely. Just like talking to a friend who can offer some practical help.
Why did I post this? No real idea except to say Hi! I'm happy and coping well with life; that there is a happy place at the end of the transition and that 'he' would not have coped at all. In my case transitioning saved me, it wasn't easy but looking back, it is a dim past and of no consequence.