Sunday

It was a quiet post-chemotherapy weekend. Now it's nearly over. I'm going to the hospital on Monday, Thursday, and Friday of the upcoming week.

It's close. That's good, right?

I mean, I guess this is it. This is what my life is now...? It's hard to believe it. I just don't know. Live longer or die sooner -- feel better now, or feel worse sooner rather than later...? This feels like a constant narrowing of possibilities. I guess on accounta it IS a constant narrowing of possibilities.

I love Eric. I want to spend as much time with Eric as I can, now, because I'm afraid my bones will continue to miss him when they're ground to dust. Dramatic, I know.