Starts with Mark coercing me out of bed with the promise of a Carnation Chocolate Instant Shake. Yes, they really are that good. 8:15 begins with early lab draws to make make sure that me, my blood, my meds and my cancer are all on the same page in the "kill this bastard" protocol we have selected. All set so on with the show; about 5 ish hours of chemo meds and various meds to help the chemo do more good than harm. We adore all my aides, nurses and docs and present them with a red headed yeti looking cancer killings monster and several ginormous chocolate chip cookies that I'd really like Mark to prepare more of. One sweet nurse changes out my picc line dressing and cleans it with utmost care and tenderness, appreciating the fact that my skin underneath is already raw and sore. I hope she took an extra cookie. I must have been really tired, anyone who knows me knows I don't nap, because I napped, in front of people for so long that when I woke up I only had like 2 hours to go. I've nearly figured out as well how to time my urgency to pee with the changing of the picc tubes. I got texts from my momma, aunt, uncle, princess and buddy all to say hello. Brian nearly caught a shark his first time fishing. God I love that boy. I doodled in my journals while admiring Mark hard at work. And I arrived home to another handwritten happy tear filled note. And yes, you bet your stars that I will be feeding those seagulls again very soon ❤️
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