Tomorrow would have been my dad's 103rd birthday had he lived. He was 96 when he died. Tomorrow is also the day Rich and I met 33 years ago. After tomorrow all I have left is 5 more rad treatments. How odd that these memories intertwine with one another around the same day that I have fond memories.
Am not writing as much in here because the treatment is wearing heavily on me. I have 6 rad treatments left after today and I literally have to crawl out of bed to shower and get dressed and drag my sorry butt to the car. All I want to do is have the rad treatment and come home to curl in a ball with my pain and exhaustion and just sleep. Everyone said this would be the worst part and they were not whistling dixie. It truly is. But in my heart I know that Harvey is suffering for it and I will do anything to get rid of him. Keep praying please as these prayers and thoughts are what get me going each day to finish the treatment out. I love you all. Be well, Marilyne