Honestly speaking....

Today, in my effort to be authentic and genuine, I will say that in recalling my nurses's words that breast cancer is 10% physical and 90% mental and emotional....I am not sure I am doing very well.

I woke up queasy. I was emotional at church from said queasiness. I've taken two doses of anti-nausea drugs when I expected to be flying high and steady. My port is annoying. I had bizarre dreams last night. Not nightmares, none disturbing, but what seemed to be a steady stream of vivid dreams that left me annoyed and confused. It is almost 8:30 p.m. and I still have four drugs I have not taken yet today. I doubt I get them all down. This is hard, and I don't feel I am doing such a great job.

To my friends who saw me at church today...who noticed my Sprite and offered sympathy...who saw the tears in my eyes and let me be emotional and just hugged me...who once again surrounded us with ways to help and food to bring and offers to assist with the girls: Thank You!

I will try to get better at this. God bless you!