on the eve of 7 out of 8

Tomorrow I do bloodwork and talk to the doctor.
Friday I do the 7th chemo treatment.

This is gonna be quick and dirty and may not make much sense.
But here’s the thing.
I am exhausted, more physically than mentally or emotionally, but probably in those ways as well.
I’m going to take a wild guess and speculate that the same is true for my g-f right now. I don’t know why, call it a hunch.
And I never really bounced back this round, not like in the past. That leads me to think that this next round may be even worse than the last, and frankly that is a little troubling.
So, if you have been thinking of getting in touch with us to give us a hand somehow, we are more likely to accept that than in the past.
On the other hand, we may not need anything right away or we may not know what we need today.
But if you were thinking of offering, I wouldn’t want to discourage that at all right now.

And on that note, I think I will go to bed so I can get up and get poked and all that jazz tomorrow.
Stay tuned.