Fall back, everyone. Its daylight savings time time... time. An extra hour for whatever you want. What if what I want isn't an extra hour? I feel like right now I'm just killing time. If I can get to February, I'll be all better and get to start doing all the things I miss. I even miss things I didn't love. I miss exercising. I miss being tired. Isn't that strange? We're planning a trip in May and it is great to have something to look forward to. Something to think about in the middle of the night. I hold on to it on sick days knowing they won't last forever.
I have only two more bad chemos. I'm very glad because they are starting to bug me. My fingers now feel like i have dipped them in super glue down to the second knuckle. Who's fingers am I touching? Oh, mine. My feet are a mess. I have numbness and blisters and I feel like I'm walking on rocks. But, I'm not as nauseated this time and that means everything.
I've been in bed the last couple days. I emerged to find a new sunroom. Jaymeson and his dad have been working like crazy and have knocked down our old screened-in porch and replaced it with an all-weather room. Hooray for cancer! Hooray for Dave. He's pretty amazing.