Freaked out, depressed, anxious, you name it. Questions continually form in my head mixed with doubts that overwhelm slender, battered hopes. There's just no scarier thing I can think of than chemotherapy ... HIV drug regimens, maybe, but my understanding is that that's no longer a death sentence. Will this work? How long until it stops? Will I have side effects or totally reject the meds? The mind never shuts down.
Took Ariana to Tiny Town yesterday ... kind of ridiculous, but I saved the tickets for the train. Thought I'd insert them in my next letter to her, a little treasure to have along with the words.