Several people have asked me how it is going - the answer is, Same Sh*t, Different Day. I feel as though I've been here before, I go back and read my old posts, and I have been here before. At the end of chemotherapy, running out of steam, physically very run down, family sick of it as well.
Other than that, Mrs. Lincoln, how did you like the play?
I'm going to go off and make art. The hell with cleaning the kitchen or filing paperwork.
Love to all,
grundoon