Wow, this all sounds worse than it is- I promise! My daughter and I have been praying every night, and she prays for her mommy to not be sick anymore and believe me- it's working. My youngest daughter and I both got the same antibiotic called in for us, but hers is a delicious pink liquid and mine is a pill. No fair! The three of us snuggled sick in my bed last night, and it was wonderful. We wish my husband didn't have to work in LA all week, but are thankful he is employed in this economy.
Yesterday I asked the chemo nurse if I could up my treatments to more frequently (I was turned down, of course). My friend laughed at me and said I may be the only person who has ever called in and asked for their chemo treatments to be more often, but I doubt that's true. We have good days and bad days, but on all days I want to fight, fight, fight. Bring on round #2. February 7th is going to take forever to get here.