Because of the warmer temps, I was finally able to do what I've been waiting for an entire year to do--get out and work in the yard and garden. What a treat! Even though I quite literally had neighbors on every side and spouse harping at me to slow down and take it easy--which I did as best I could--it was so much fun to do those mundane springtime chores.
Am I paying for it this morning? Sure. My endurance isn't back entirely. Was it worth it? You bet.
Weather-wise, we are several weeks behind where we were last year at this time. Flowers that were blooming last March--a very non-typical spring--are just pushing up out of the ground.
Personally, I'm in a much better place. Tomorrow will mark a year since my stem cell transplant. Some myeloma patients refer to that as their new birthday. It really has marked a new beginning for me now that my cancer levels are low enough to be undetectable by lab tests. Here's hoping it stays that way for a long time. Those treatments weren't without their ill effects--neuropathy and pain that I'm still dealing with twelve months out, but I'm hoping those too will diminish as time goes by.Strange what makes for good medicine. The whole time I was pruning some shrubs and pulling weeds, I hardly gave a moment's thought to pain or cancer. Life felt almost normal.
