Nauseous, tired, just sitting in sweatpants on the couch. Thankful for meals coming in, because I just can't face the kitchen. And thankful for those that take my kids away to play. Then I can rest on the couch without a 2 year old jumping on me.
I'm still a bit weirded out when I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, hat or no hat. Wigs are not comfortable.
I still have a whole week before the next treatment (Jan 20th) so I have hope for normal days.


