Today is May 1st, the first day of the month.
I’m on my second cup of coffee.
There are three more days until I get my pre-chemo blood-work taken.
In four days I’ll be sitting in the chemo-suite at Royal Victoria Hospital.
Today, I need to reshuffle five people into four bedrooms so I can have my “private suite” at home. This means that David is giving up his room for me.
By the end of the chemo sessions, I will have had six treatments. (Crossing my fingers that will be enough!)
One week – seven days – from today, I will be anticipating the angst of “Day 5” after chemo.
Eight days from now will be the dreaded “Day 5”.
On the ninth day, I will wake up and be healing, repairing, thanking God that Day 5 is over.
In ten days, I will be gaining strength and courage to be able to fight through the second batch of chemo. And after that, there will only be four more rounds to go.