On Saturday night I lay my head on the pillow thinking “AAAAAHHHHH, all I’m doing tomorrow is making some cheesebread and soup for “employee appreciation week” at work.  D and I planned to walk again so that would also be in the mix.  In the morning I was enjoying the morning light and rolling over yet again…

P joined me for a workout yesterday. On those Sundays when the man-cub has Jujitsu I like to sneak in an extra workout — P joined me for one of those. It was good to have her company. She did all the circuits that I did, though, she modified them a bit to keep from…

It is day 7 cycle 12.  That means tomorrow is day 1 of life after chemotherapy.  Each day is one step closer to being farther from chemo.  I’m grateful for chemo, and I’m grateful to be getting away from it. I was just reading about nail issues during chemotherapy.  Paclitaxel (Taxol), as any chemotherapy drug,…

I left work early afternoon today.  I just could not keep up.  Came home and slept for like 4 hours or something, I don’t know.  Something is going on in my left foot.  I’m not sure if it’s a sign of “Taxol toes”, but I’m going to check with the oncologist before the next/last invasion. …

B: Tiresome. That is what cancer has become. Not tiresome in an angry or frustrated way.  Not tired in an exhausted sense, but in a tedious way. At the outset the newness, the fear, the urgency, pushed treatment along. It was hard to keep our eye on the ball, because we were jostled and bounced…