Like I’ve been hit by a truck,

Thanks for asking.  This shit is gonna whip my ass again.  All I want to do is sleep and puke.  What a life.  And the oncologist wants to push the maintenance out to a year.  I wonder if he’s ever had this poison injected into his body.  On the day after, I don’t even know if I want another one.  I do believe I need to haul my bony ass up off the chair and finish the pot of spaghetti sauce I started.  Why is it that I always start a canning project just before chemo.  Stupid, stupid, stupid.  Last time  mom had to come down and finish for me.  I think I’ll pack my camera and take Os for a walk.  It’s a beautiful day and there are just tons of leaves on the ground for him to play in.  I’ll probably take a pill and nap the afternoon away.  As long as I get up in time to make dinner, I’m good.

I did get one photo project finished.  My MIL’s sister passed earlier in the year and her daughters compiled a bunch of old family photo’s on a CD.  Unfortunately, they scanned them with 5-6 to a page so I went in and cut and pasted them into their own .jpg files and have printed them.  One more thing to check off the “to do” list.  Now I’ll toss them in a pseudo scrapbook and hand them off to her (the MIL).  I don’t even think she know’s some of these shots exist. 

Supposed to have lunch with B tomorrow, but I haven’t heard anything yet.  Anywhere but Steve’s, Please.  🙂

Love to you all.  Send me some energy please.  I dearly need it.