So, no Super Woman today. I was feeling pretty proud of myself for the first 3 days of chemo. I've gotten up and done some very light exercise and stretches and eaten well with no problems. But today I am indeed feeling like I'm walking in a spacesuit filled with lead. Don, my cheerleader is giving me more distance because I'm too tired to react to the usual stuff that makes me laugh.
But Don is a clever one. He knows just what amuses me. This is not the first time I've opened my medicine cabinet to find some cut out staring at me. A grinning, Martin Short was one of my favorites. Christopher Walken, is my latest.
I got a little of my humor back!
Cancer to Covid
I started this complaining list/blog, in May 2016. I posted 200 gripes about my breast cancer and then I was done.
On March 17, 2020, I started venting all over again, when another disease (starting with a C) interfered with my life. Only this time, it was affecting more than me.
Coronavirus and Cancer! Both are evil, but neither can totally get me down... if I vent! I hope with Covid, I run out of complaints before 200!