I am restless but may have overbooked myself for the rest of the week in overcompensating for the past week of inactivity. My right arm inexplicably aches. Hopefully the chiropractor will be able to help me out with all the bizarre aches and pains I’ve been getting.
The PET/CT scan is happening Wednesday. That should tell us a lot about my progress. Otherwise what I feel is drudgery toward more of the chemo. It’s not a fun schedule. And yet it’s the only sense of schedule I have these days. I imagine I might even miss the attentiveness of the nurses, the attention and leeway from friends and family, and having to keep to this rigorous treatment once I’m done. Kind of like Stockholm syndrome but with a disease. It’s a wary dance.
To top it off, my flaky shedding head, it’s like Ally Sheedy’s character in The Breakfast Club, where she shakes her head vigorously and dandruff and crap fall to the desk. I’m gross.
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