One full week of having this crap. But the day itself wasn’t a bad one. Evie doesn’t care how I feel or what I want to do. She still demands her normal schedule and needs to be entertained. It’s comforting in a way that life is that bit more of normal.
My anxiety over my appointment tomorrow is growing. Luckily I was able to get some pills to calm my stomach as the cramping has been overwhelming and debilitating.
Literally every person I’ve told about what’s happening has made a point to say how strong they think I am. I don’t feel strong right now. I feel weak and scared and puny. I hope this strength that I have shows up at just the right time.
In other news I told work about what’s going on and they sent me a link to a website to supposedly help with my overall health and wellness. It’s terrible and I’m going to complain about it. No one should ever use this site, EVER.
The first sentence is “Cancer is a major illness, but not everyone who gets cancer will die from it.” F*cking charming!