  Today has been a better day. Maybe yesterday was a crash day from her adrenaline high on Friday. She's no longer getting hives from the Leukeran, but it does make her dizzy and lightheaded. She's also very yawn-y. She said it took her a while to wake up this morning. Her leg doesn't hurt again today. "Weird," says she.
Silent is me. She's going to tell them in physical therapy tomorrow that she wants to take it easy and not overexert herself now that she has started this process. We talked again about thinking positive being an important part of this process. I don't want what she thinks chemo should be to become the reality. I think a part of her wants this to be a bad process. So that she can excuse taking 53 days to decide what to do.
The way I see it, if one of us is getting an "I told you so", it sure as hell better be me (not that I would ever be that way!). Sure it's easy to be judgemental from over here in cancer-free land, but I'd like to think that if lymphoma was my diagnosis, I'd be like "Hello, let's get this show on the road! Kill it already!
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