I lost the month of February.

I thought I was doing well toward the end of last week, only to be thwarted by, what I can only call, a tsunami of events.

Turns out that it is quite difficult to overcome the effects of Neulasta+cold+chemo+diarrhea. Takes more than my patience can put up with.

Each one of these events takes its own toll, let alone the combination.  I wake up each morning a bit stronger than the previous day, but succumb to fatigue before long.  And I mean before long. An hour, maybe two, and I am off to sleep on the nearest convenient resting place.

I am seeing signs of recovery. Being able to stay up to watch the men’s hockey semi final game that went past midnight was an event. I have not done that in a while. Mind you, I had to take a long nap before to be able to accomplish that. Be that as it may, it was still an event. Slept the next day. That is the price to be paid.

Went to bed last night feeling emotionally drained. I have been told by a few people that I push myself too hard. This has not been possible this past month.

I will get better

I will get stronger

I will regain my emotional stability

I will… I will… I will…