Cancer in a time of Covid
We're all living in a shrinking world. My world seems to have shrunk faster than most. A few months ago, even in lockdown, I could go for long walks, and I was still working full time from home - so that even if my body didn't leave the sofa, my mind did. Now, in the middle of chemo, I'm stuck inside, with not much to do, and even less energy to do it. I try to get out for a walk each day but the most I've managed in the last week is around the meadow across the road, and I haven't felt up to it every day. (One of the side effects of the drugs I'm taking is sensitivity to cold, so the weather hasn't helped.) I've been trying to do a few small things each day - a phone call or a little bit of cooking - but then I have to rest up. I've always been active - someone who keeps going - and it's frustrating to say the least. I'm so envious of friends whose photos of long winter walks fill my Facebook feed. I keep wondering what it would be like if t