I think it would not be a Big Chemo weekend if I didn't cry about something. What's my deal today? Sometimes it all comes crashing down at unexpected times, like when I'm trying to run. Some stupid Katy Perry song comes on about being a lighting bolt or a firework or whatever, and suddenly I'm leaking tears and snotting all over my tank top. And then I start thinking all kinds of stuff that I don't want to think about, because after all, I was just trying to go for a freaking run.
I'm okay. Sort of. You know, as okay as I think I can be at this point in time. There are a couple things that I think will help me feel better, and I'm going to get those going today.
The sun is still shining, you know. I think that things can't be too terribly bad if the sun is shining.