Today is a new day with new experiences. I tell myself this everyday. Most days it fills me with excitement and some days it fills me with apprehension. Today it is a mix of both.
Treatment number two was a little tougher. A little more nausea, a little more fatigue, a little more achiness in my arms and legs. I did survive it and managed to be a little bit active this weekend and for this I am thankful. As I gather up my belongings from my sister's house and get ready for work, I can't help but wonder how the day at work will go. Will I have enough energy? Will the nausea return? Can I really walk through the door with this wig on? Is the work I will be doing making a valuable contribution?
I guess the only way to find out is to greet the day with a smile and go forth knowing that every day is a blessing.
