Anyway, back to the main theme. Going out was strange. I think, because I hadn't left my house in a few days, I was a bit weak. And it was cold. Nevertheless, I could feel a little bit like something was different in how I was dealing with the simple process of having a walk. I felt a bit tired, a little more spaced out - not horrendously bad or anything, but the chemo has definitely had a pronounced effect on how much I can do. And it was a little disconcerting, until I reasoned again that this, at least, means all the drugs are working.

In other news, tomorrow is World Cancer Day.
To "celebrate" a day I never thought would be quite so relevant to me this time last year - or, indeed, this time 3 months ago - I'll try a longer walk to Canary Wharf (~20 mins walk from my house). Once I get there, I'll buy myself something nice, then walk back. Should be okay.
The upshot of all this is that I'm keen to see what I can and can't do. I guess, with returning to work in sight on Friday and a possible trip to Stratford Westfield on Thursday, I've gotta build up to it. If others have worked and maintained a fairly active lifestyle through this, I'm going to try to do it, too.
In any case, one thing's for sure: I'm not going to let this limit me to sitting in my flat feeling sorry for myself, shorn of my independence and mobility (as much as I love sitting here watching daytime TV and ploughing through my Xbox games at greater pace than usual... has anyone played Far Cry 4? It's excellent)
Anyway, onwards and upwards.
T
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