A Sledgehammer For Christmas

Well, this was the week when the cumulative fatigue of the chemo really hit.  Beginning Wednesday evening when the steroid high started to fade, my energy levels and appetite both plummeted. Thursday morning I could barely get out of bed.  Walking across a room is exhausting.  Even sitting in my recliner feels like a lot of effort! And I've been having to force myself to eat (when I don't eat enough the fatigue is even worse).

But hey, I made it to Week 11 out of 12 before the sledgehammer came down!  I count that as a blessing.  Only one more chemo, only one more steroid high, only one more steroid crash.  I can do this. By New Year's Day it will be behind me.

Fortunately we were able to enjoy an early Christmas treat before the Big Crash: a quickie visit by Peter and Henry last weekend.  Cynthia and Lucy had Nutcracker obligations, so couldn't come.  We didn't do a whole lot, of course, just enjoyed each other's company.  It was great.

As Christmas draws near, I am deeply grateful for all of you who hold me in your thoughts, pray for me, send an occasional card or note.  It means so much to know you are out there, that I'm not walking this path alone.  Thank you! God bless you, every one!