I finished chemotherapy on June 20th of this year. Over two months later, at Worldcon in Melbourne, I still had significantly limited mobility due to extreme fatigue. Even now, over three months later, peripheral neuropathy remains a meaningful issue for me (though in fairness I noted some significant improvement a week or so ago). This from a course of treatment that essentially began with my lung resectioning at Thanksgiving of last year. I'm on month eleven of dealing with that.
Whereas I am two and a half weeks past the liver resectioning, and find myself noticeably improving by the day. I'm walking at pace in the mornings, for example. I've stopped sleeping with a pillow clutched to my gut. My post-operative eating issues have vanished. I mostly kept up with calendula_witch and her parents this past weekend.
At this point, except for the residual pain and discomfort from the still-healing surgical wounds, I feel better than I did before the surgery. I expect within another week or so to feel very nearly normal for the first time since last November, with the possible exception of lingering fatigue issues and, of course, ongoing peripheral neuropathy.
This swift upward climb is such a stark contrast to the slow decay of chemotherapy. There I felt like I was aging a decade every month, at least during the latter part of the process.
Also I note with amusement that the debilitation from my liver's regeneration process has gone essentially unnoticed by me thus far, being masked by the later stages of chemo recovery.
I'm not normal yet, but I can see it from here. I think I'm getting my exit visa to once more end my time as a tourist in the land of the slow. Let's hope like hell I don't get sent back yet again.