Today I had my first chemotherapy appointment. I am tired beyond tired, nauseated when I so much as move, and my head feels like it’s going to explode, but I am still here. And I am still fighting. And tomorrow may be worse, but the next day will be better. And then the day after that.
Thanks for going through this with me. I know it helped. I’ll post more about the day when I’m stronger, but I have left you a little something I was working on earlier this week as a follow up to the Survivor Stories post.
Oh, and know what I took with me to chemo? Drinks, snacks, magazines, photos of the kids and MOMS Club friends, my cool pink Team WhyMommy shirt (my chemo nurse loved it), and you. I took you all with me in my heart, and I just want to say … thanks for being there. I was so totally not alone.