I’ve been sitting here in this Hospital bed trying to figure out what the hell to write about. I still have nothing. It doesn’t feel like anything New, except you’ve been here every night. Maybe that’s why I have nothing to say. You’re here. I feel comfortable, safe, at ease? Chemotherapy doesn’t even have me scared anymore. I don’t know maybe I’m just so desperate for something to help me already, no side affect scares me, mainly because I’m already at these risks with or without these new meds? Well see tomorrow.
So much for my last entry for May.