I cannot absorb it all. You can't run 3 miles and then believe you are going to die soon. I feel too good. Just like normal.

I got an image of squatters invading your property and needing to be evicted. I intend evicting these squatters from my body.
Another image, as I woke up the day my port was inserted, was that my life has begun anew. Weird to say it,but I felt it is going to be a happier new llife, despite what I have to go through. So, I decided that that day was my new birthday. 

So far, the highlights are that I had my first big chemotherapy. Reuben says it's like spending the day in the airport lounge. I will not allow him to sit around all day again. Fortunately, his office is very close to the oncologist, so no problem. Also lots of offers to drive me, some of which we will surely need down the road.

I had my hair chopped off - very short. Supposedly makes it easier when it falls out. Is it better to have long/short hairs fall into your food?