I never got around to chatting about my last chemo. It was uneventful. My blood pressure was up so the doc asked me to just check it a couple times a week at a drug store. I had the nurse at my disconnect check it and it was back to normal. What could it be? Steroids? Avastin? Anxiety? Who knows.
The nurse gently suggested that I talk to someone. I might do that. I don't know what I'll say. Most of the time I feel like I'm dealing with all this junk pretty well. Some days are harder. We shall see.
Anyhoo, a friend of mine came to stay for a handful of days. It was so nice having her, and when she left today I cried and it hurt my eye sockets like a banshee (chemo does that to me). My string of visitors is at an end and I'm kind of sad about that. While I was wallowing in my sads, I remembered that my next big countdown is a family trip.
Cambodia!!!!! March. Me, my family. Good awesome fun.