And not ready!
Why is it, that after the 6th cycle I felt so good? So good that I actually felt normal and strong. So good that I managed to forget about the cancer and just enjoy Majorca.
And after the 7th I felt so weak and tired and nauseous.
So nauseous that even the week off did not give me enough time to recover.
If only I could pin down the reason for me feeling so down some chemos, and pretty fine others. I wish I knew why! I could control it a little better! I could enjoy life a little better! And I could organise my days a little better!
I really don't wanna do chemo today! Just don't! But there is no escape.
Even Mila being home alone with the flu doesn't get me out off it...she is so independent...so grown up...
So here I am...
getting hocked up with the IV...
finding an empty chair...
wanting to relax...
called Mila to see if she was fine...
which sparked one other patients interests as in where I was from as my English was better than the average English you learn at school...
so the talking began...
went from how beautiful Australia is, to love at first sight...
I don't know how it ended up there, but it was funny and entertaining...
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