Today I dug up three square feet of weeds in soft, wet dirt. I transplanted 20 leeks into soil I turned over, composted and fertilized.
Normally, this wouldn't be hard for me to do. But I had to stop every five or ten minutes to stop the world from spinning and get my breath.
My mind remembers doing this kind of work last year, no problem.
This year, I'm slower and don't get as much done.
It's been four weeks since I had my last chemo. I'm feeling stronger all the time, but remain easily fatigued.
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