This afternoon my mom and I sat and colored.
This morning I had another dose of radiation and then had a procedure to insert a port catheter so that I can receive fluids easily and have blood drawn. It’s the kind of port that can stay in for years if necessary, and since I am such a “hard stick” for IVs it was a welcome addition (though still a little scary and sore).
These days I am surviving by the constant help of my mom and David. Some days (okay, most days) it takes every ounce to get out for a short walk (and so the flood of cards in the mailbos is appreciated) and things are just generally hard. When I think about it, and think that I didn’t know life could be this hard, I realize I am lucky because I am pretty sure this isn’t even that bad. BUT, it still sucks!
Nine more days of radiation treatment. Then a “break” before I start a few months of chemotherapy. Thanks for hanging in there with me.