You know that feeling you used to get as a kid on Sunday evenings when you knew the weekend was almost over, it was time to do the homework that you delayed doing all weekend, and you knew you had to go to school in the morning? I hated that feeling. I couldn’t enjoy the evening because I was already dreading the morning.
That’s how I feel the night before chemo treatments. I get distracted and start dreading the next day because I know the good days are over for a while and I’ll have to get up in the morning and go get stinkin’ chemo. But. BUT. The week would end and the weekend would come around again. It’s the same for chemo. The bad days won’t last too long and the good days will be here again.
So which is worse – chemo or school?? Hmmm….. I’ll have to think on that one. Just kidding! School was much worse. ;)
This is how I look on those mornings when Barry has to wake me up to get ready for chemo. Except I don’t look this cute.
I’m going to make this a short post and go relax a bit this evening before Round 3 gets started. If you remember me in your prayers tomorrow, please also pray for the other patients who will be there getting treatment, too. Many of them are facing struggles much greater than my own.