It’s been ongoing for hours now. I don’t know where it’s even coming from at this point.

It’s 4 in the morning and I’m exhausted.

It all began during movie time with the kids. Freya and I have been introducing Jackson to horror. (Yay!) Tonight was Annabelle. I started having awful stomach cramps towards the middle of the movie. Then I got massively sick right at the end.

I’ve been doing a pretty good job of hiding how sick I am from the kids, but they def saw it in all its glory tonight. They’re pretty freaked out, which I feel terrible about. D thinks it’s a good thing for them to know where things stand, and he’s probably right. I just hate being such a burden on my family.

I just threw up for the third time about twenty minutes ago. It’s so violent. And abundant. Ugh.

I sent a somewhat hysterical message to my oncologist telling her I’m very close to quitting this shit if something doesn’t give.

I’m miserable. If this is what the rest of my life is going to look like, I’m not sure I’m interested.

If I vomit again, I’m probably going to need to go in for fluids. I just had some Gatorade. I hope I can keep it down.