(This is a copy-paste of today's e-mail update)
I recently got word that I am scheduled for 4 more treatments of chemotherpy. At one every two weeks, with a break for my trip back east, that'll take me up to the week before Thanksgiving.
So much for getting radiation for my birthday.
I am not at all psychologically/emotionally ready to deal with two more months of this. If I hadn't been told in JULY that I was just shy of being finished, it might be less difficult. But it is what it is and those are the cards I'm stuck with.
Reason given: I'm responding well. My interpretation: I'm being punished for not being horrendously sick.
I'm sure that at some point, I'll rediscover optimism and positiveness, but it ain't here right now.
Extra support would be amazingly fabulously appreciated.