Today is a little better. I suspect the prednisone is helping. I am still sticking close to home and very grateful to the kind people who are sending cooked meals. I haven't felt much like doing anything despite the fact that I have some reading I need to finish, and I could watch more DVDs, but am just not up to it.
I am very glad its a weekend! Drew is doing yardwork, and Kiel is sleeping in. I had thought of going to the Lilac Festival before chemo started, then realized that I would have a compromised immune system and shouldn't be milling about in crowds. AFTER chemo I realized how ridiculous it was to think I would be able to walk around at all. Especially if the weather were hot. So I encouraged the boys to go and take pictures of the lilacs and get themselves some fried dough, but they were not interested. I guess I am the big Lilac Festival fan, not them.
So I will miss it this year, but not to worry. There will be other years. And other festivals. Meanwhile, I am definitely beginning to have sharp pains in the lymph glands that used to swell the most and be the most bothersome. That's a good sign that the chemo is in fact at war in the right places. I curl up with a hot water bottle and cheer them on. You go, chemo. Fight, fight, fight. Kill that nasty cancer.
I'll just lay here and close my eyes and rest. It's going to be a long summer. But productive.
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