I really don't want to go to chemo tomorrow.
After two weeks off, I feel really good.
And I'm too busy for chemo.
Of course, I will go. But I don't have to be happy about it.
And I'll try to imagine the chemo zapping all the stray cancer cells, tomorrow. And then the Herceptin getting anything the chemo misses.
But tonight, I'm pissed off.
I think I'm going to go pour myself a scotch.