Before going into the hospital for the pleurodesis in September, I was very short of breath because of the pleural effusions in my left lung. I could barely make it up the stairs to our bedroom on the second floor. During the ensuing months when I was in and out of the hospital with complications, I was unable to make it up the stairs at all because of severe weakness. Marvin got me a hospital bed and rearranged our living area downstairs to accommodate it so I could sleep on the first floor of our place.
As I have been working on leg strength with squats and walking back and forth inside our place, I have apparently become stronger even though it seems like a small amount. Yesterday, however, I managed to climb the stairs, a little at a time to our second floor. I felt victorious as I had thought I might never make it back up there because I was so weak. I cannot even put into words how thrilled I am that I was able to do that. With the hospital bed downstairs and being able to get up the stairs to my real bed, I have options depending on how I feel. It was such a wonderful night for me to sleep in my comfy bed next to my husband I am wondering if it’s time to go to bed yet.