As much as my two incisions hurt sometimes, I am also glad in a sort of sick way because it means that I get to put off the start of Chemo for one more week. Every time I think about starting Chemo a kernel of dread starts to unfold in my stomach. How on earth am I going to handle Chemo? What will it even be like? I wish somehow this was one of those choose your own adventure books so that I could turn back the pages and try a different ending.
Wednesday, November 5, 2014
Back home
Coming back home is such a funny thing. On the one hand I am so glad to be out of the hospital, on the other hand my life is like a slowly unfolding car wreck that is directly reflected in the chaos of my house, my kids and my emotions.
As much as my two incisions hurt sometimes, I am also glad in a sort of sick way because it means that I get to put off the start of Chemo for one more week. Every time I think about starting Chemo a kernel of dread starts to unfold in my stomach. How on earth am I going to handle Chemo? What will it even be like? I wish somehow this was one of those choose your own adventure books so that I could turn back the pages and try a different ending.
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