I've been up since 6 AM, waking before my husband & daughter left for work. After 3 cups of coffee (the 3rd with Baileys) & doing all I can from my wheelchair, I'm putting my legs on to go outside & do laundry & water plants. Listening to Janis Joplin sing "Try (Just a Little Bit Harder), has me getting up & going about an hour or so before I usually put on my legs & get out of the house. NO - the album (vinyl!) has a skip in it. Guess I need to get the CD, huh?
My mother will pick me up in a little while to go to my oncologist for blood work & a talk with the dr. I hate the words blood work like I do root canal, child birth, and traffic ticket. Hopefully, the nurse can use my port; the bruises from the last needle stick 3 months ago have finally faded (record is up to "Cry Baby", how appropriate). I feel good, so I hope the dr doesn't burst my bubble with test results.
Cancer sucks, life is good.