I have not posted anything as the life of recovery is pretty mundane. Fatigue is a continuous issue. Every once in awhile I have good days where I feel invincible, until my body tells me otherwise. Then I accomplish little to nothing for several days. 

I have spent a lot of time at my home over the past week as the “end is in sight”. Breathing has been more difficult due to all the dust in the air. 

Yesterday, I had a couple amazing people over to clean. The house was supposed to be done, but it wasn’t. A lot more cleaning and dust control to come. 

This morning I feel like my chest is weighted down. Breathing is more labored and a very annoying dry cough  I put myself on the waitlist for urgent care. I’m hopeful that a simple Albuterol inhaler will help open my airways. 

#fuckcancer 

Update: Albuterol inhaler prescribed & picked up. First puffs taken. Hope this helps