Nothing real to report other than Mr. Sleep and I aren't getting along again. But I did want to make sure everyone knew that Mizzou kicked some Cornhusker tail last night.
I'm not really sure how to play this whole Mizzou thing with the folks at KU Med Ctr. There are an awful lot of those little Jayhawk characters on the walls, on business cards, on letterhead, everywhere I look down there. I mean, I know they're saving my life and all, but what's the etiquette here?
OK, I'm starting my last day of "normal". Word on the street is that after treatment it takes 6 months to a year to get back to "normal" but that once you get there it's a different normal. Your body never REALLY feels the way it did before the process began plus you have those lingering side affects. Certainly I'll take the side affects and the different "normal" as a trade off for successful treatment, but this whole thing is wearing on me. So much unknown.
Yikes! Got a little philosophical on you for a minute. Sorry.
But the routine starts tonight. One chemo drug I have here at home in pill form then Monday it's off for two other chemo drugs and two radiation treatments.
I am ready to start killing these little suckers. I've been crazy with waiting and mentally counting the Gazillions of Cancer Cells that have been reproducing while we've been diagnosing and testing and preparing for treatment. But I'll tell ya, now that the time is here . . . kinda scared.
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