My body is sore and weary, I'm having small tremors, the chemo is working again. My hair is thin like the stereotypical combover of the middle aged man. I have slept the day away, and I could fall back asleep any minuet now.
Julie's mom has been here since Monday, and it's already been a blessing to have her here, if just to talk to someone during the down time. I had my first person going through treatment reach out to me, and I'm so excited to help them in any way I can. Starting this non-profit feels like a calling from god, and I am so ready to jump in heads first. Each and everyone of you guys and your support are the leading cause for this. My way to pay forward inconceivable acts of kindness.
I worked on the non-profit till I fell asleep on the couch with my MacBook glaring @ me on my stomach.
I took my first Marinol today, it makes me so sleepy and really doesn't help like pot does for the constant nausea.
My body is so tired, and it is shutting down my brain
“I'd rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not.” - Kurt Cobain
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