I have a shameful secret to reveal. I hope you won't all be disappointed in me. So far in this blog I've unintentionally written only of the positive, with perhaps a smattering of expected difficulties. But I must admit that I'm not always so cheery. I'm not always having a better day than yesterday. I get frustrated, I get angry, I get impatient. Sometimes I think I must be the most miserable person for Anna to have to spend her time with. I don't write on those days. The last few days have been like that. It's coincided with a resurgence of symptoms--night sweats (the first since chemo started), as well as 'that feeling' in my neck. Something is there doing something. I think my cancer is mad at me. Of course, I'm mad at it and there's no stopping my resolve to be rid of the damn thing.
You've probably guessed that, seen as I am writing, today must be a good day. And it has been. My workouts over the last two days have gone well, with some personal records and sore muscles to prove it. I just finished four days of work and am looking forward to a grand sleep in tomorrow. I might ski in to Reuben Lake again tomorrow, but this time it'll be an all day affair, with a good long lunch and a roaring campfire built in.