Bear in mind I'm exhausted and do not mean this to come across as being bitchy.

My body can't do this...at least for now. It's rebelling. It's screaming that it's tired and can't keep up with basic bodily functions. :O

And the crying...........I know it's hard on the people I see every day. I cry at everythig. EVERYTHING. Good. Bad. Stupid commercials. People I don't know. I am a wreck and just can't help it. Is it good for me? Probably or I'd explode. I cried yesterday because I didn't look at something Pete wanted to share with me before I left and because I didn't kiss the dogs goodbye. I forgot. :( I forgot to give my babies a kiss. Made me feel like total shit.

Hopefully this week will give my bones some time to regenerate the platelets I need. If they continue to fall, there will be a transfusion in my future. Creeps me out but that is the only thing that can be done. At least they can do it through my port and no IVs needed.

That's another thing. I asked about how long do I have to wait to get my port out and was told that it needed to stay in for awhile after chemo. That suits me just fine as I was thinking that I'd like to just have a break from all the medical stuff....set a date a few months down the road and just let my body rest before they cut me back open for more healing. Only thing is, they have to access the port every 30 days to flush it out with saline....not really a big deal.

Anyway. Ramble. Ramble. Ramble. I'm trying to stay awake to see Pete when he gets home.

Ask Father Cootiesniffer what to do when the spirit is willing but the body just can't keep up....it doesn't matter what my determination level is. My body essential is give me the finger.   How does a body in that shape keep ones spirits up?

Michelle