On my bathroom counter there is a bucket. A bucket full of all my prescription drugs. Every Sunday, I fill up my pill organizer with all of the pills I have to take for the week. My memory isn't what it used to be, so I tend to forget if I took all of my medicine every day or not. I hate swallowing pills.
I am still really tired. My tissue and skin is still tender from radiation. My back and hip hurts when I try to vacuum, sweep, pick up toys, or scrub floors. I feel like an old woman. I can't sleep at night. I don't have any energy. I get stomaches quite often.
I wish I could just say, I'm cured! I'm all better! I feel great! But sadly, I don't. And it is depressing. I just want to be normal. I just want to be able to do what I used to be able to do.
I have to go for treatment tomorrow. I don't want to . I wish I didn't have to go to the doctors anymore.
A week from Wednesday (Feb 27th) Dan is taking me on vacation. We are going to Puerto Rico. I need a vacation! I am looking forward to relaxing and the warm tropical weather!
A week ago, my baby turned 2 years old. They grow up so fast!
I don't mean to be negative, but some days are harder than other.
I'm sure things will get better.