Five glorious weeks since my last chemo. I’ve felt so good for the past four days and now I go back in this afternoon to get hammered again. Seriously, I wonder if he will let me go five weeks apart instead of three. I’m convinced that if I wouldn’t have been so sick with this chest cold and stomach flu I would have felt this good for much longer. I’m still coughing like an old man and there is a little (big) pain in my chest when I cough. The neurontin has kicked in and my back pain is still down to a three. I’m OK with that.
I’d forgotten how irritating a tattoo is the second day. The burning and itching. But I’m so happy with it.
Just finished a really good book, so good I had Joe read it too. It’s called ‘Barking at prozac, my diary. It’s about depression and the feelings of sinking into, being in, and climbing out of depression I hope it Joe understand what’s going on in my head when I sink into that hole for a few days.
Watched a very moving movie the other day called “Desert Flower”. The movie was based on a true story of a girls struggle in Somalia. I really want to get this book. It is a true story that is so moving and inspiring.
OK, we are off to the bank, then chemo, then Michael’s for more yarn (like I need more, you should see my basement, anyone want yarn?). I think there may even be a Home Depot trip in there somewhere.
Have a great day all. Keep up the comments please. I love hearing back from you all.