It's been a pretty frustrating week, but I'm now creeping out of it. I had a great New Years weekend up in Yosemite, snowboarding (or, perhaps, snowtripping?) and hiking. Then on Saturday night I began the chemo treatment, and sometime around Wednesday my body began sinking into the molasses dripping from my brain. Today, after lots of extra naps, I'm starting to feel the beginning of normalcy. While I was spending about half my time sleeping this week, I was hopeful that the rest of the world was doing the same. Unfortunately, now I need to somehow catch up. I'm still too tired to run close to the speed of light, so I think I'm just going to have to reset my clock. And everyone else's.
On a rough note, I did check out the blog of a guy I met at my post-radiation MRI. It was pretty disheartening to read that not all of his tumor is being held at bay by the Temodar. He's pretty optimistic as he starts in on a clinical trial that I hope pounds that part of his tumor to pulp. My fingers are crossed for him and his family.