So chemo.  I felt so empowered to be sitting there actively doing something to kill this crap in my lungs.  I felt strong and at the same time scared as hell.  It was tiring, either from the emotional drain and or the poison that was dripping into my veins.  I went by myself.  Rod offered to stay with me, but it is part of me visualizing myself as a warrior to go to chemo alone.  So I came home and slept for 2 and a half hours.  I got nauseated around 11 at night, took a pill and slept pretty well.  So another big treatment day down.  I still have a dull headache I think from the radiation Monday, which is to be expected.  I visualize the cancer shrinking and crying on it’s way out.  I owe it that with how long and how bad I have been coughing!  

Thank you for the well wishes.  I just figured out tonight that I could reply to them!  On to continue the fight tomorrow...