Sunday, April 27

This sixth and final chemo has taken me down in a way the previous five did not. I'm extremely tired and listless and spent the day either on the couch or in bed, with a break to attend Lucia's final performance of Chicago in the afternoon. Food tastes terrible, with the exception of a chocolate cake Greta made today--I may just eat the entire thing tomorrow since it's the only thing that appeals. Very very ready to move past this cycle but it doesn't seem to want to let go quite yet. Coming back from this one might take a little longer than the others. I'm trying to be patient, and to rest. It's irritating that I can't just shake it off and move on.