Himalayan Salt Stones, Hot Tubs, and Other Things You Worry About When You’re a Cancer Survivor
Himalayan Salt Stones looking innocent enough... Well, I’ve been back at the gym for six months now and I haven’t lost an ounce. The tamoxifen I take to prevent a recurrence of breast cancer is thwarting my efforts to shed the flab I put on during treatment. I know, I know. I should be grateful that the pills haven’t given me hot flashes, or night sweats, or made me homicidal, like they did to someone I know. (Yikes!) I have virtually no side effects at all. It’s just that I expected to shed a few pounds in exchange for working out like Jennifer Beals 4-5 days a week. I guess the tamoxifen knows it has the upper hand here. It’s not like I’m going to stop taking it for the sake of vanity. So for now I try not to focus on my thunder thighs. I attack my workouts with a vengeance but it’s hard to conquer the sense of doubt that comes with a cancer diagnosis no matter how many miles I clock on the spinning bike. As odd as it...