Just Waiting

It's been about one week since the last chemo and I feel like shit. Actually, that might be to strong. I guess in the scheme of things, I could always feel worse. But I do feel my best at that moment when I first wake up (assuming I've had a restful sleep). I think to myself that this is the day where my batteries are fully charged. But then I get up, get ready, realize I still don't have an appetite, go up and down the stairs a few times, and I am tired and out of breathe. Then the rest of the day is spent managing the moving around and looking forward to a 2-3 hr. lunchtime nap.

Also, I wish I had an appetite. No food or drink ever sounds good. Don't know if I lost any weight. Don't own a scale. Although my belt buckle has moved up a notch or so. It seems like I am just waiting. Waiting for this to end. Waiting for a moment where I feel not tired. Waiting for the sound of some food to actually sound delicious. Waiting to be able to move on. Waiting...........

I want to say a BIG THANK YOU to my friend Jim, who stepped up and cut my grass for me on Monday. With Dean on vacation, I just mentioned at church that I might need some help and within an hour or so, it was arranged. I AM SO BLESSED!!!!

Well, I am tired and I still have a few minor things to do. Here's some irony. For those who have a cleaning service, do you pick up stuff around the house and put it somewhere so the cleaning people won't hide it from you????

Good night.......