I'm still observing the effects of my treatment. Every negative effect, and there have been blessed few, I interpret as a sign of the drugs and my body teaming up to kick cancer's ass.

Yesterday I walked three miles, ran some errands in the morning. Tired, and the pain set in around noon but was better after a nap. The pain has been mostly mild, just some aching. In the evening I was barely able to prop my eyelids open through dinner and had no appetite.

Today I walked two miles. I felt like I could walk three but then I thought what if I use up all my energy on this walk and then have nothing left at the end of the day. Probably just as well. I fell asleep after breakfast and again after lunch.

My most productive effort today has been to sort out the refrigerator. For three weeks my fabulous caregivers have been in charge of the fridge: Bjorn or my sisters or my parents. Mom and Dad got groceries for me today so I have enough yogurt and cantaloupe to get through another week. I hope that tomorrow is better, or at least no worse, than today. I would like to spend a little more time awake in the next 24 hour period, but whatever the body needs to heal, the body is going to get.