After a full month of starting to feel better, the Zometa has knocked me back to the awful memory and pain of getting Taxol again. I'm reminded that at this moment, if I my cancer came back, I would not go through chemotherapy again.
I try to remember what it felt like in Hawaii, the ocean beside me, sipping iced tea...my memory betrays me and I can only think of pain and suffering because at the moment, I can only feel pain and suffering.
And still, my laundry taunts me, letting me know it waits for no one.
Curse you cancer!
Even my cats are worried.
