The past week has been ROUGH. My pain has escalated with each day since radiation ended. Mornings are the worst, but, once I visit what feels like our in-house pharmacy, things improve ever so slightly. That said, I miss not being on a slew of medications. I miss eating normal food. I miss my daughter, who’s spending the week with her grandparents because my doctors warned me that I’d be feeling terrible directly following treatment (and they were right). In short, I miss being a person who’s not dealing with cancer. But, if I have to be someone that is, I’m actually grateful it’s this person. The person writing and sketching and making an effort here and elsewhere. The person who got through it–at least, the first part–with grit, if not grace.
Well, then 