Day 2 of chemo. 3 cycles down. 9 to go. Luckily Oliver arrived to provide distraction and spread the light.
I am doing well enough on the outside. The chemo side effects are not as extreme as they were last year, and I am managing. It is hard for me and I think for those around me to remember what my body is going through. I get tired. I get sick to my stomach. My brain is trying to hold too many extremes in its small mass.
I try to hide its toll on me as much as possible and pretend that life is fairly normal. It works pretty well. I think of the chemo as a crummy part-time job. If I don't think of myself as sick, I seem to be doing be more. We're all tired of letting the cancer and its treatment dictate all terms.
I am tired and will go to sleep. We had a great, low key Christmas. More later...
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