Tomorrow

I start chemotherapy. I obviously have mixed feelings about this. On the one hand it is positive real progress to kicking cancers ass. On the other it means 18 or more weeks of fatigue, nausea, hair loss. Our friends that have had friends and family go through this keep telling us to not underestimate the amount of help we will need. We see this coming week as a way to see how things will go, for me, for Lucy, for Marnie. Then maybe we will have a better idea of what we will need. Already we have many friends and family that have come together to help us. Today they had a little gathering to talk about how they might help us and we were able to thank them for all they will do and have already done for us. I am awe struck at folks generosity and love.

Some how it all still seems so unreal. Never again will I have my simple ordinary life back. I am changed forever by cancer, some good, some bad. Hopefully one the other end mostly good.