I am anxious to start so that it can end.
As much as I want the chemo – I equally don’t want chemo.
It is a necessary evil.
Three more needles – three more three weeks.
I think I can. I’ve done it before.
I am ready – but I’m not.
It is the beginning of the end and almost more challenging than the beginning itself.
Endurance. Courage. I had more at the start. Now, I’m getting tired. This is the measure of grit. Do I have what it takes to see this thing through till the end?
The last lap – I can see the finish line. It takes so much to push through the pain to “win”. How much do I have in reserve to see this thing through? I have no more time to train. I have no more time to think. I am in the final stretch.
To cross that line takes all I have. It has been a roller-coaster marathon.
It is tougher to finish than I had imagined. That final stretch is long. My spirit is tapped. No rest yet.
I must take a deep breath in to tackle the beginning of the end.