It’s me again, writing from the chemo chair.  Today is chemo day.  I wrote my previous post on October 3, also from the chemo chair.  Five hour infusions wherein I am confined to a recliner make for good writing opportunities. For about a week after my treatments, I feel pretty low; everything is hard.  At about the one week mark, I start to feel more...

I’ve been struggling to write, I think, because what I have to say is hard. It is hard to have progressive cancer.  Wrapping my mind around it, sharing it with Brad, and walking my girls through it: it is freaking hard.  There is also my parents, sisters, family and friends, who love me so.  It is hard to cause them pain too. There are so many more logistics...