Each Monday brings another round of chemotherapy. The routine is familiar and predictable. Changing chemo in November has brought new energy and ability to engage in life at new levels. The side effects are manageable with less drugs needed. No more do I veg in front of the television or rely on my next Netflix movie to arrive. I can think. I can read. I can talk on the phone again. With eight weeks to go, I can almost see the end of this part of my cancer journey.
Since July doctors, procedures, drugs and appointments have dominated my schedule. I have been well cared for but I am ready for a change. February here we come.
