Uninspired
4.19.2020
Each day I wake and each night I go to sleep wanting to update you. I am writing but it is uninspired. It is the writing of a woman on chemotherapy, I guess. Even though I am not doing well at replying, I treasure every comment and word of encouragement you send. Thank you.
I am rocking chemotherapy. All things considered, my side effects are minimal and I’m feeling better than expected. I can eat. Indeed, I have an enormous appetite most of the time! I can stand up. I can move. I can smile. Sometime soon I’ll share the secrets to my success.
In these days of discomfort I forget that everyone doesn’t feel the same as me. I marvel at how Paul and the boys spring about with their bodies and expend so much energy in animated conversation. I fooled everyone yesterday by just plain pretending. I pretended that I had energy and interest in normal activities and it worked. Everyone cheered up considerably when I was engaged and eventually a bit of energy came to me, too. Still, it is hard to remember that I will have a zest for life again. It will feel good to move, work, play and laugh another time. Maybe this afternoon. Maybe tomorrow.