Tomorrow is chemo #7 of 8. I’m ready to get it over with. At this point, I have grown used to it, and see it as an inconvenience I must endure. I already have a good idea of how the week after will go. I think the real mind fuck is going to happen once I truly acknowledge the fact that I’m almost finished with chemo. I’ve been thinking about it lately, and it makes me really emotional. When it’s over, it’s not really over, but I think that is how most people are going to see it. They will think that it’s over so that means I’m better. That’s not what it means. Not at all. There will be a separate post about this at some point in the near future, I’m sure. I don’t feel up to dealing with that right now.
Jackson is here tonight, and I’m happy. I also get to have him on Sunday. I’m going to hide eggs around the apartment. My boyfriend gave me that idea. He’s smarter than me.
Speaking of which, I’m really happy with where our relationship is right now.
Things at the law firm are going extremely well. I don’t just mean financially.
Last summer, I bought some clothes without trying them on, and when I got them home they were too tight. I cried, and then promised myself they would fit this summer. I tried them on earlier. Guess what? They fit.
Training/running isn’t going as well as I would like. Chemo fatigue is kicking my ass. I have to do something about this. I’m just not sure what. Ultimately, I think the answer is that I have to suck it up and do it anyway. I almost always feel better after I force myself to be active.
My eyebrows and eyelashes are not doing so well. I’m going to start Latisse tonight. I hope it helps.
I’ve been getting out more lately, and have been seeing people I haven’t seen in a while. I always get the same response, which is an immediate, “You look so great!” It’s like they all expect me to look like walking death. It’s kind of funny, and also an ego boost.