Three months post-bypass today. I walked 40 minutes without stopping for the first time since surgery.
Six weeks ago I couldn't make it to the mailbox. Cardiac rehab twice a week, the treadmill at home on off days, and honestly — just saying yes to help. My wife carried everything for the first month and I hated it, then I accepted it, and that acceptance was its own kind of progress.
To everyone in week 2 or 3 right now feeling like you'll never breathe normally again: you will. Slowly, but you will.
