My chemo pump was disconnected yesterday, and it's been nice to have some of my body back to myself. My port still pains me at times as it continues to heal, and ostomy life is back to taking a lot of monitoring. But I'm glad to have the medicine pack off. 

On Days 2 and 3 of each cycle I'm prescribed a steroid to help the nausea meds really kick into gear. That steroid also gave me a boost of energy, but last night the fatigue set in.

It's been a decision each time I choose to get out of bed or sit up. It even felt too tiring to breathe at one point last night. I feel okay if I don't move, but I was able to get my work done in spite of feeling "dauncy" (a word used by my elderly friend from WV when she was feeling "meh"). I think I might feel dauncy a lot during this treatment.

This is when the mental battle begins for me. I've been able to focus on the next thing--one step at a time, but now I'm starting to dread the next 11 treatments. I'd appreciate your prayers that I can stay in the moment, and not look too far down the cancer tunnel as that can lead to despair. 

Suffering is hard on all of us. Stephen is exhausted and the kids are sick with colds and feeling the strain of our season in their own unique ways. Today is just a down day. And that's okay.