My watchcat

He sits in "his" chair - arm propped up on the arm of the chair - and keeps an eye on me. When I'm feeling really wiped out like I have the last few days, I spend a lot of time in the rocking chair and Alfred does seem genuinely concerned about me.  Probably just doesn't want to miss the moment when I get up and feed him, but...

The REAL caretaker has been Lindsey - she's with me almost all the time and is always asking if I'm okay and if I need anything.  But she doesn't like her picture taken. :)  It really stinks that this has been most of her summer but she says she doesn't mind.

I'm hanging in there friends.  I think the last few days were the "bottom out" days - at least I'm hoping so.  I just want to shake this feeling of ...yuck...and being pulled down whenever I try to do something.  I went back to the cancer center today to get a Neulasta shot and to see Dr. Gupta.  He keeps telling me I'm doing very well and I'm superwoman and all that and sometimes I want to scream "No I'm not - I feel like crap".  But I don't. 

I lost that 14# of water weight - pretty crazy to go up and down that much in a few days.  It seems like the "getting over it" process is going a little faster this time - I hope I'm not just imagining that. 

I miss everyone.  I miss leading a normal life.  One of these days...

Thanks for all your cards, thoughts, prayers, calls, food, everything.

Thanks for reading.  Love, Susan