Chemo Week is almost over. I think of it like Shark Week on the Discovery Channel (Jaws theme sound here please). Except I'm the one going in the shark cage, and the sharks seem to have figured out where they can find me.

Yes, now that I temporarily have cable TV, I am acquainted with not only Shark Week, but also endless re-runs of Law & Order, and worst of all: Jersey Shore. Maybe it's not chemo-brain that makes my IQ smaller, maybe it's TV Brain. Just to change things around a bit, it seems that Thursday after chemo was the worst day. Friday I slept most of the day, and Saturday seemed to approach normal.

Bjorn has made a career of being my sole caregiver this week and I am a pampered princess, thanks to him. I may forget how to cut my own food at this rate. We have walked daily, except for Thursday, and he has reminded me about pills and put food and beverages in front of me every two hours whether I am interested or not. Really good food, too.

So every day should get better from here, with return to work on Tuesday, and only one more round of chemo left!