Monday 2:00pm is my appointment with my Oncologist. This issue has never been far from my thoughts, no matter what I've been doing.
This last cycle of chemo has really kicked my butt. It's taken longer to bounce back. I've been sleeping for ~24 hours (minus the time to feed and let the dog out, he stands by the back door and barks
) after that I'm still dragging my butt around the house for the next day or so. This week chemo was on Wednesday. I slept through Thursday evening, ate a little and went back to bed until this morning.
One thing that I have always considered, but not mentioned here, is that my father has buried two of my brothers. His eldest, Jim, was killed in a motorcycle accident in the early 80's. His second eldest, Jerry, two years ago from complications of Agent Orange. My dad is 86 years old, he could not take hearing Taps and being handed the folded flag a third time.
I can't do that to him. I've known for quite a while that I have to outlive him, and he's healthier then a horse.
I also have my son. I want to see him make it into Boy Scouts and make Eagle Scout.
So no matter how hard and how bad it is for me, I have to be there for them.
That I do know.