Three down, three to go

So, three down, three to go.  Yup, if you've done your math right, you have figured out that I'm half way done with chemo!!!  Woohoo.  You can't see it, but there's a little parade running down my living room with confetti and balloons.  Ok, admittedly, the little parade may be a result of the various drugs I'm taking (yes, there are even more this time, even one with a sexy name "Bella Donna"), but as long as I see the parade, it's a celebration to me.  So now that I'm half way done, I can officially say... you ready for this??? Chemo Sucks.  Yes, that's the word, the only insight.  Just like alcohol, the more chemo you take, the worse your hangovers get.  I won't get into the details, but just as soon as you think you're feeling better, the chemohangover creeps up on you and introduces another fun adventure.  To that end, I'm presently having a serious discussion with my body, trying to remind it that it's Saturday, and I should be on the upswing so that we can go out on the town.  Unfortunately, my body is using it's cleverist tricks to outsmart me.  So here I am, on a Saturday night, hanging out on my sofa with my little parade.  I will be honest and tell you that I have more to tell about my week, which I promise I will do, but I figured, at least for now, we should all just toast that I'm half way done with this journey and will hopefully be heading toward the finish line soon.

Thanks again for reading.

Straight from the trenches.

DT