Walking It Off

I have this theory that since the chemo attacks fast growing cells, and the faster growing ones get hit first, that the cancer cells are immediately addressed followed by good cells that I need but which also somehow get targeted - collateral damage as they say. My theory is that I need to flush the chemo as soon after it is administered to get it out of my system before too much collateral damage is inflicted. I figure the cancer cells take the brunt of the hit on the day the chemo is administered, but after that I need to help my body detoxify.
To that end, I drink a lot of extra water and try to move more, walk and not be sedentary as much as I can muster, which is not easy because my body is a battlefield expending lots of energy fighting the reactions, so I am tired. It takes no small amount of effort to make myself move. Drew laughs at me because I am in slomo. And I have taken to moaning and grunting while forcing myself to walk. It feels like my legs are made out of lead and that I am trying to force them to navigate through molasses. I keep having to stop to rest and I find myself huffing and puffing. It doesn't help that the steroids are also responsible for weight gain, just what I don't need right now.

But, what can you do? Just keep working on it and be grateful that you can. After all, with the darn cancer in my spine bones, I could well have ended up paralyzed. Grace of God the cancer is no longer in the bone or marrow. So I move. And move. And move. And move. Slow but persistent.