Really it was. No surprises. My mom went with me. She drank a lot of coffee to stay warm in the cold chemo lounge. Several people asked about her accent, and asked her to say, "Wisconsin."
I feel...heavy. And tired. It's frustrating because there are things I want to do. Like take a walk with my mom and my kids. Like work on the bag I'm sewing. Like plan something cool for a fun, nationwide project that was suggested on a tv show I enjoy. Like clean up my kitchen so someone else doesn't have to do it.
Stupid chemo. You better be working. Or else.
All right. I'll be in my recliner eating strawberry fruit popsicles if anyone needs me.