I sitll haven't come to terms with the fact that it's been getting worse each time and will continue to do so until my treatment is over. That's probably the most difficult thing for me to swallow in all of this. With each treatment, I ask myself how it could possibly make me feel worse, and with each treatment, I find out.
Oh well. C'est la vie.
On a lighter note, I had a wonderful motorcycle ride this past Sunday with two good friends of mine, Matt and Tom. We rode up Page Mill Road, and stopped at the intersection of Page Mill/Alpine Rd. and Skyline Road to take a break and relax a bit to soak in the beauty of it all.
A couple of days before that I got to hang out with Jessica, which is enjoyable every time I do. I really did miss hanging out with her, as she has been such a good friend to me for so very long, and is just overall a really good person. I took a picture of her that night, I guess she wasn't too happy with it.
I also went out to lunch with her on Tuesday before going to chemotherapy; I think my decision of where to go might've been a bad idea, considering the fact that I ate a hamburger, which was the first time in a while that I'd had red meat. It should be enough to say that it was pretty hard on my stomach, and it definitely had its effect during my chemo treatment. Luckily, my timing in getting to the bathroom was impeccable, especially considering that I had to get my IV unplugged from the wall which was no easy feat.
Azitta went with me to chemo this time, which did wonders for me. It also helped me to deal with my mom, as she can be quite over-bearing and over-protective at times.
Well, all the time, actually. I just normally have the energy and patience to be able to deal with it, but chemo drains all that away. It makes me feel like I'm an octogenarian, slowly withering away into nothingness.
Damnit, I was trying to keep this light-hearted. That just shows the frame of mind I'm in right now, I suppose. Why force it, eh?
On that note .. end transmission.
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