Tomorrow, another treatment, and today, I seem short of breath upon extended movement. I am not sure what that is, but it sort of comes and goes. One thing after another, day by day, it's like a cross-country race or something. Am I ever going to get there?
It is a down day, and all the hopes and declarations of purpose and intent are too far to reach for. The information on this disease and subsequent treatment seems to indicate this is normal. What's normal about any of this? Normal is going for a long run on mornings like this or a bike ride with my hair on fire. A life that is an overdose of medications, doctor appointments, complemented with days of heaping helpings of mundane, and, oh yes, be careful not to do too much, now, is that normal? Nausea is one of the side effects of the treatment, and that is what I get from this modality.
The information on the psychological aspects of this journey (to who knows where) also says that anger is part of the process. Well, if you can't tell already. I am angry. So I guess that makes me normal. Hip, Hip, Hurray!