I felt good enough to get out today and get groceries. I can’t move very fast, my knees feel like someone hit them with a baseball bat after about 10 steps so I go slow because I’m afraid they’ll give out and I’d be splayed out in one of the aisles like a broken bag of flour. I’d find that really embarrassing. And I can’t carry anything heavy for any length of time so I had one of those little baskets on wheels, the kind little old ladies use 🙂 My friend carried the heavy stuff. I know I pissed a few people off because I was going so slow, but I’d left my sign at home that says “I am going through chemo, please be patient with me”. The person that took me said they were gonna call me Turtle. From today on should be easier until the next round. I’ve got 10 days to get my house cleaned up, meals pre-baked and presents wrapped. For this Turtle, that doesn’t feel like enough!