Cancer frustrates me, it frustrates me because of what it has done to my body. I cried last night because in many ways, my body doesn't work the same way it did before cancer. I could start listing all the ways cancer has changed my body, but it feels so much like complaining. Amazingly enough, I don't really feel like complaining. So I'll just leave it at general frustration and irritation.
Chemo tomorrow. I've been cracking the whip at the kids to get them to help me clean up the house. Today I'll do some cooking ahead, that makes it easier for everyone, I think.
I'm in a good place, a positive place. For a chemo week, I think that's pretty good. I'd still appreciate prayers though. :)