Things are worse in the desert now, says my husband, and I am trying to come out of the chemo funk. The first round I didn't know what to expect, but this time I am watching for things.....Day 1 this time I was tired, but I have still gone to work and tried to keep on as usual. I went Wednesday, and this is Saturday, and I am crashing BAD!
My husband finally called from the middle of one of his missions. It seems that they are getting shot at daily. The news is not reporting this of course, just that we are getting "control" of the situation. It is not helping what I am feeling and I am wondering what the pain pills are for- the aches or for missing him?
I am spaced out, dizzy, weepy, and tired. However, the good news is that the tumor, which was a MONSTER, has appeared to shrink after one round of chemo. This should NOT be the last thing that I mention, but the state of mind I am in causes me to scramble priorities.
Or maybe not. It's close to my heart- growing right on top in fact. My love, the other half of myself, is getting shot at daily, which is one in the same place. I guess I was talking about the same thing all along.
I need him to be home and safe-gggrrrrrrr.......when will this all end?
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