All morning I’ve been shuffling around here like I’m 100 years old. Somehow I have it in my head that because Thursday was the last chemo treatment, it would all end there. I don’t want to acknowledge that it’s more of a cycle than a single day’s event. So today I’m feeling the usual weakness and bone pain. I decided to start taking the ibuprofen a bit earlier rather than waiting for the pain to get severe.
It rained last night and got chilly, down to the mid-forties. When we got up this morning with the wind blowing through the open windows, it was freezing. I’m now bundled up in sweats and a shawl.