Today is the tired, useless day, so I figured I would get the post in before my energy completely hits the floor. Yesterday was good. My energy was decent, I was mostly able to manage the nausea. During the night, my stomach was a bit off, but not terrible.
On top of all of this, my hair is really starting to come out now. I am so glad I buzzed it when I did. Makes it a lot easier for it to come out in short pieces than if it were long ones. Now I just walk around, feeling like Charlie Brown's Christmas tree with the little pine needles sprinkling down. I am wearing hats to help collect it. Ah the fun.
I'm finding though that I am making it ok. I am surviving it, and can still laugh and smile. There is hope in cancer. Especially as I take down more and more milestones.