REAL People/Wonder Woman
Coming Back From Stage 3 Cancer
New to exercise, Angela Cheney gained resilience through strength training
Cheney strolling with Loki and, below, pumping iron
I’VE NEVER BEEN athletic. But I was diagnosed with stage 3C ovarian cancer in 2019, and once I’d finished three and a half years of treatments, I felt an obligation to take good care of my body. Others had worked so hard to keep me alive.
Last year, after my doctor told me I have no evidence of disease, I heard about a beginners’ weight lifting program I could do at home. Nothing crazy. Just slow and steady progress.
I was still weakened from my cancer treatments, but I decided to try it. Starting with body-weight exercises and moving on to 2- and 3-pound weights, I gradually gained strength. Within a month, I could lift my food processor from a bottom shelf to the counter. I began to feel more confident. So I kept at it, and I kept progressing. And to my surprise, it was fun. There was joy in the challenge.
By eight months later, I was feeling pretty proud of myself. Once, when I was boarding an airplane, a very nice young man offered to put my carry-on in the overhead for me. “No, thanks,” I told him. “I want to do it!” I hoisted that baby up in the most satisfying way—and he cheered me on.
But I didn’t fully understand how much strength I’d gained until I was injured last November. While walking my 44-pound labradoodle, Loki, I stopped to chat with a neighbor. I didn’t notice another neighbor walking up behind me, but Loki did, and in pulling away to go see his friend, my dog yanked me backward. I fell and broke my wrist and pelvis.
After wrist surgery, I was sent to an inpatient rehabilitation program. I had one leg and one arm out of commission. Plenty of young male nurses were around to help me get to the toilet and “supervise” me. I can’t even describe the mortification of that! But it turned out that the noninjured side of my body was strong enough for me to transfer myself from bed to wheelchair to toilet in privacy. The nurses were surprised, and so was I. I finished my rehab program in one week instead of the usual two.
Since then, I have worked hard on my recovery and have graduated from walker to cane to nothing. And I’ve gotten back to lifting weights—with my physical therapist’s approval, of course. Recovering from my fall wasn’t easy, but it was like strength training: I knew that if I followed the steps, I was bound to improve.
Life is going to throw things at us unexpectedly, but now I believe I can deal with whatever’s going to come. With age, it’s natural to shrink. Lifting weights gave me a way to grow. —As told to Robin Westen
Retired counseling psychologist Angela Cheney, 70, lives in Durham, North Carolina. She follows Liftoff: Couch to Barbell by Casey Johnston.