Update: Saturday, 3pm, 9.2.23
I can't write much now. The dark fight is here. I'm no longer standing. I'm crawling to the finish line beat up, bleeding and miserable.
165 pounds now. Very tired. Can't walk more than a few minutes. Can't swallow. I ache all over. These are the times that one wants to give up and throw in the towel. It is the hardest thing I have ever known in my life. I am so ready for a thick veggie pizza at Uno's! 😊
All chemos are done now.
Only 3 radiations left to go out of 35
The worst thing is the constant stomach nausea. It is never ending. No matter the meds I take, it just stays with me.
With all I'm feeling right now, I know the end of this nightmare is in sight and I'm still going to fight it right up until I kick this evil and the devil out of this body. There is still no white flag in my bag! The only two flags I will fly is the American Flag and the Victory Flag! I truly am the lucky one.
I am going back to lay down and conserve my energy. I'm on my knees now crawling, but my hands are still punching and pulling to the finish. I'm closer than ever now.
Thanks everyone for your beautiful support. I do love you all!