Chemo week 9 is today. It’s early, I’m ready, and I’m waiting for my friend to pick me up. She has a huge heart and loves the opportunity to do anything to help someone, especially a friend. We met the first day of college, and though we don’t see alot of each other, the connection never fades.
I slept pretty well, and my adrenaline is up for this marathon. The eight hour chemo trip will likely be followed by 24 hours of near mania. I have a love/hate relationship with the hyperactivity. I love it because I can accomplish what my pre-cancer self could accomplish in a day, but I hate it because I’m absolutely exhausted while I’m doing all these things, and I can’t sit comfortably to rest. And the crash that follows is always rough.
Today, though, I’m expecting good things. It’s always fun with my friend, and I really enjoy chatting with the nurses. The change of scenery and outing does my heart good. So off we go. The end is in sight, and after I survive today, I can begin counting down from three.
It’s gonna be a good day.
