I woke up this morning feeling a lot better. I still have to be careful with my stomach, but I’m def in a better place than I was. I’m working on getting myself hydrated again.
I’m kind of dreading seeing my oncologist tomorrow afternoon. When I can’t handle a treatment, I feel like I’m letting her (and everyone else) down. That’s silly, I know, but it’s how I feel. Still – I know I’ve made the right decision for me, and that’s what really matters.
For example, I’m drinking water liberally, and just ate a pop tart, while walking around singing about “motherfucking pop tarts.” I don’t feel like I’m about to vomit, and there is no acidic fire in my chest. This is improvement. This makes me happy. My body is working again.
I’m getting so excited about the cruise. I can’t believe it’s almost here. 10 days!!
It’s Sunday. There’s no real plan today. I just finished a book. Not sure if we will venture out or not. It might be nice to go out for a drink.