Still here

The worst of this chemotherapy cycle seems to be over.  Ten years ago I had three cycles of Taxotere, felt well and went into a nine-year remission.  This time I'm having eight cycles and, believe me, there's a difference!  I was absolutely flattened most of the week and am dreading the final infusion.  I think the only thing that will get me through it is knowing that it's the last one.

Today I continued canceling clients but was able to see one person.  Tomorrow I'll see two.  That's the best I can do these days if I am to be alert when I'm working.

Youngest Grandson is spending next week with us - his spring break - and I'm looking forward to that.  We're billing it as Nana's Art Camp.  I should be much improved by then....