I have had a couple days of feeling better. Not great, just better. I’m alive again, at least for now.
When I’m having a bad day I can barely remember what it’s like to feel better. It’s wonderful to get reminded occasionally.
I have a little more zest for work and I’m listening to a lot of blues rock guitar music. When I don’t feel good, all I want is chill downtempo stuff.
But this is just the short-term picture. Doc told me yesterday this could go on for a while, but it’s still short-term.
I look forward to a time when I will live in God’s glorious presence in a world without cancer and the tears it brings. As far as I’m concerned, marana tha.