A ten minute walk takes me twenty minutes and pretty much absolutely laid me out today. I came home breathless and wobbly-legged. But I don't care so much. Somehow I am psychologically moving from 'sick' to 'recovering' despite the reality of the last three chemos. I plan to keep walking and build up some strength again and everything seems bright and new.
Of course, we'll see how things go tomorrow when it rains.