I just glanced at the calendar and realized it's Monday, not Sunday. It's scary how my days have gotten all jumbled. I have to go to the clinic every morning this week to get a shot that boosts my blood counts, and tomorrow I also have to get a dose of one of the chemo chemicals (Bleomycin) which is needed every single week, not just once a month like the others. I'm not looking forward to it but at least I'll only be chained up for one hour instead of six. Yesterday when I went in, the doctor reviewed my latest CT scan with me and it looks like I have a small second tumor in the back of one of my lungs. It doesn't change the protocol.

The weekend was probably the worst experience so far, but I'm coming out of it now and I hope it'll be the brunt of my side effects until the next cycle (which is three weeks from now). All weekend I was nauseous, dizzy and weak, and I had a terrible cough that nothing seemed to help and which kept me up both Saturday and last night. I've been given a total of seven different prescription drugs (and three or four OTCs) in order to deal with all of the chemo side effects and I imagine they're probably messing me up in as many ways as they help, but they definitely do help. I hate having to take so many medications but then I guess I'm not doing any of this chemo business because I love it. I think I'm finally getting over my bitterness and anger about all this-- or starting to, at least, because I have a lot.

But you know what? I know that things could still be so much worse. I have a lot of amazing people supporting me and I'm going to be cured when this is all over with. That's the absolute simple truth, and it's something I'm incredibly grateful for.