My brother is here. He was my "offensive coordinator" (OC) for most of my hard chemotherapy sessions the last time we went through this. I am so grateful that he returned to do it again. He is currently working his tail off, trying to get my ladies in bed despite the time change. Gotta love the OC.
He took me on a walk today. I made it all the way around one block. I was proud. I couldn't believe how much snow had melted since yesterday.
I had to ask Ian and the OC how long I will be this way. I just don't remember the details from last time. They think that I'll hit the low point on Tuesday, then start turning back around. Wow. I'm halfway to the low point. Okay. We've got this. Five more times.
Time to turn in again. Not that I ever really got up. What day is it again?