Nearing the End, Thank Gods

There are good days and bad days, but the bad days are getting worse, and more frequent. Julie is currently recovering from her fifth round of chemo, and it's pretty clear that the lining of her stomach is pretty much gone. Foods that she could eat fine a few weeks ago now trigger her nausea. Happens so often, that we are developing little routines and in-jokes while we sit on the bathroom floor next to the toilet, waiting for the next round of heaves. And she's getting weaker, not surprisingly. A couple of hours at the mall Sunday left her exhausted.

All this physical stress is tearing down her emotional state too. She feels horrid many days, she can't work, she's tired of playing computer games.... I'm getting worried about how much longer she can keep this up.

Fortunately next week will be the last chemo session. She'll get a few weeks to recover from that, which she's really gonna need, and then the mastectomy. Surprisingly, that will be much less stressful physically, because it doesn't involve cutting any muscle. The doctor says she'll recover in a week.

And then, mid-April, she is scheduled to start her new job, the one she was originally going to start six weeks ago. It can't get here soon enough - she needs to have this medical poisoning done with, and to get back to having a life.