I've not posted in a few weeks. Tomorrow is my 9th round of the Taxol Chemo. I have become weary of them, but the tumor has noticeably shrunk.
These last 8 treatments my mother has been with me each time. She took 3 months out of her life in California to see me through to a place where chemo has become "rouutine." She is heading home on Thursday. It's bittersweet that she's leaving. I'm sad, but she has a life to get back to.
My youngest son Matthew has surprisingly taken to keeping me company during chemo too. I'm joyfully surprised. He's only 18.
That's all for now. I'm hanging in there by prayers from so many people, and of course, by the Grace of God.
