post chemo, day two, made rhubarb pie.

Got up this morning and took a 25 minute walk, not exactly a power walk, more like a brisk stroll.  I promise my body to exercise every day if it promises not to puke.

I also made a rhubarb custard pie to take to a family get together in MI.  Unfortunately I don’t have the stamina, and upper body muscle strength yet to make the crust, too.  Just dicing the rhubarb and mixing the ingredients in the BIG bowl, then transferring to the “store bought crust” was enough work to send me to the couch for a nap.  But at least I made the pie.  It has been the little things that have made me sad.  Last week I finally got the nerve to inspect my rhubarb patch and got teary eyed because I didn’t even have the strength to pull any out.  One of my favorite things is the annual late Spring rite of making killer rhubarb pies.  But eventually, with Charlies help, we got some rhubarb in the house, and finally the pie was made.

It wasn’t perfect, but it was pretty good.

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