A Celebration - of sorts

We had an early fireworks display last night, provided by Mother Nature. Nothing short of spectacular with pink bolts jagging across the sky, illuminating our darkened bedroom. In the past any cat of ours would have hidden under the bed. Misty sat by the window mesmerized by the dazzling display. Brave cat.

I was told yesterday that I might experience flu-like symptoms after my Zometa infusion… and I did. A little nausea, fever and chills, achiness and headache. Small price to pay and usually only with the first and possibly the second treatment. The biggest news is that my first chemotherapy treatment will begin on Monday morning at 8 am. It seems like we have waited so long for this… in reality it has only been a little over a month, but anxiety sets in when you hear ‘six months to live if left untreated.’ Looking at the appointment written on the calendar that is given to us, I’m not sure how I feel. Relieved of course. But it seems that every waking hour of the day circles around my cancer. I hope we can reach a point where we can talk about something else; when I can work on something other than just surviving. I have to believe that time will come.

… PLM