Not in spirit, not in soul. Just body.
This part of chemo I had forgotten. A bone numbing fatigue that even a consummate overcomer such as myself cannot override.
It is difficult to be patient. My mental energy remains exultingly high. I have plans, big plans. And much to accomplish.
In three weeks I shall have my first scan and will know better whether this hit on my physical self has been for naught. Of course I remain exceedingly hopeful that my cancer is also struggling. And if that is the case, well, then I can continue to justify this reduction in stamina.
I have an agenda. A clear agenda that keeps me incredibly focused. Tolerant of discomfort. Stubborn and steadfast. Eyes on the prize. Eyes on tomorrow.