She had things to take care of and still has more to do. Has she done enough thus far? That is always her question, but the first question needs to be, “By who’s standards?” They must be her own.
How would she judge someone else in her position. Not so harshly as herself I am sure. She would probably say, “Did you really do all of that?” but with herself it seems so minimal and she doesn’t understand why. Always her own harshest critic.
She remembers back to when she could barely stand on her own two legs and all the work she put in to heal her own body and make herself strong again. It was intense and then she remembers the people that ridiculed her for it. Maybe because with the same diagnosis they wouldn’t even try to do what she was doing, she made them look bad. Her memories are always mirrored, the good and the bad.
She knows it’s time to get back to work now. Treatment is over and has been for quite some time. The move is over and anything to do with it.
She thinks back to when she enjoyed all the exercising. When each achievement was exciting and new. If only she could get back there.