I have tank tops that say Cancer Sucks, and Eff Cancer, and, thanks to my niece Kelly, I Fight Like a Girl. I've seen tank tops that say Chemo Sucks. But chemo doesn't really suck. Chemo saves lives. Since I'm interpreting the negative side effects of chemo as evidence of it destroying cancer molecules, I would say chemo and I had an extremely triumphant weekend. Saturday was probably my worst day. I hope its all on the upswing from there.

My parents, satisfied that I am going to be able to ambulate and ingest food and liquid, drove back to Atlanta on Saturday. It was a great comfort to have them here. Now Bjorn is Caregiver in Chief all over again.

Today I get to see Dr. Bashore and maybe get my stitches out. Tomorrow I have lab work at Dr. Levine's office. When these are the highlights of my days you get an idea of how ready I am to go back to work. I am more likely to die from boredom, not cancer. Thank goodness most of all for Bjorn, friends, and family who keep in touch. Without that, Netflix, and good books, I think my mind would turn to mush. Finished reading The Lion by Nelson DeMille.