My sister with her usual eloquence and grit.
On Fridays, I seem to wake up with a little more time to reflect. Chemo starts a little later in the day and I don’t go into work, so I can lay there and take an inventory of my physical and mental self. First, I start with “Do I have cancer or was this a really bad nightmare?” Check. Cancer it is. On this particular Friday, I wake up feeling pretty good: physically the ever-present headache has not settled in yet, it typically is triggered by the lights or sounds of the start of the day. My left foot still feels odd with the neuropathy causing the “asleep” feeling in my four toes all the time. But no muscle pain, no bone pain, no headache. Pretty good, all things considered. Then I realize that, of course, it is day 21. Today is my triple dose day, and the days leading…
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