symptom
It really is amazing that my biggest symptom, the only real sign to me that anything is happening of note inside, is that I am out of breath at the easiest task. Steve and I walk like clockwork each morning for an hour, and for the past two days I’ve had to beg him to slow down. He seems to be walking so very fast, but he insists that he’s walking no faster. Today walking up a flight of stairs I had to stop halfway because I was gasping for air.
