It’s 1:30 am. I’m awake, aching, toe hurts if it is touched among other things that I don’t even want to type here again. One more day then back to work. Do I really want to go because I feel good enough. No, because I don’t. Do I really want to go because I like it. No. I’m going because I can’t stand to be in this bed a day longer and I need support more than ever right now. I’m hoping I get it from friends there. Right now I’m scared. My body is breaking down now and it is frightening. I don’t know if I can make this last treatment in 2 weeks. These drugs are so strong and have totally taken over I know it is only one more infusion like this but I don’t know if my body will be able to do it. My body isn’t recovering like it used to.