I'm drinking coffee and taking inventory -- wiggling my toes, listening for wheezing, making tiny adjustments to my hyper-calibrated "internal sense" of cancer pro-and-hopefully-re-gression.
I have chemo on Friday. I shaved my head 11 days ago. Luana is coming to visit from Hawaii this weekend. ONE of those statements is a good, good, thing!
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment