

I have been blasted with Chemo for seven straight days now and tomorrow I get a break and we assess where we are. I met the "BIG DOC" today for the first time. He knew all about me and I told him I was his rock star on the floor and he is very pleased with my progress. I have found my way to the coffee cart for a morning latte the last two days. He was impressed that I made the trek, I feel a little like Typhoid Mary as I have to wear a mask and there's a sign on my ever present IV pole that warns I'm getting Chemo which is kind of funny. People don't seem to know whether to avoid me or try to help me. I plan to walk twice a day for an hour total. They only let me off the floor for 30 minutes at a time and then they send out a posse. My room is beginning to take on more of my aura and I'm adding little bits of color. Very tired today but in a nice mellow sort of way. I'm not bored or frustrated and in fact I think this is a long overdue rest period for me. Re-charge my body and soul and just enjoy being.







