“I live in my own fantasies. When reality knocks, I don’t open.” – Something in the Air
So, being happy – is fun. Treatment, sitting in that freaking chair for hour after hour is not. Using what energy I have left to dance around my room at 3am in the morning – Fun. Getting dizzy and sick from lack of oxygen after said dancing – not fun!
This week the fun has outweighed the not fun. And, duh, I like it like that. Week and a bit into the last round of treatment… with only 50% of the dr’s agreeing completely on continuing.
I wish I was someone who could say deep meaningful things.. Instead of just running through each little anxiety in my own head.
In the Chemo Chair 