I am down three, nine to go. As calendula_witch says, I'm not actually sick right now, they've taken the second tumor out of me. I'm doing this preventatively. So far my cancer has been like an exotic Soap Opera Disease — potentially fatal, but right now I'd still leave a good looking corpse. No wasting away for me. Not yet, anyway.
It's all so strange.
tillyjane is staying at the house to look after me until tomorrow, as I tend to forget to eat these first two days, then Bad Things happen. This week I have the digestive shedding to look forward to, along with the usual fatigue nonsense. Some social life occurs later this week, then calendula_witch returns, followed by the return of shelly_rae. My life is lived in the rhythms of the tide of chemo.