Kumo and I just returned from our second walk today, during which I was taking my customary long strides and deep, deep breaths.
Two weeks ago this was not possible. My fitness had declined to the point that it was, frankly, becoming more difficult to move around.
My lungs have been through a hell of a lot. Not once, not twice—again and again over a period of sixteen plus years. And yet, given the opportunity, they are still capable of a good deal of bounce back. This is something I do not take for granted.
Three weeks ago I would have said that it was unlikely I’d be here for next Christmas. Now I am back to measuring time in years versus months.
Isn’t medical research a remarkable thing.