Woke up around 3 am really sick and in a lot of pain. Vomiting. Feeling like someone was stabbing me in the eye and stomach. It’s now 12 hours later, and I’m still in bed, making small improvements. D is alarmed. I can tell he wants me to go to the ER, but I am not about that life.
It’s weird how quickly everything changes.
I hate so much that you have to go through this. Fuck cancer!!!!