This week has been one of the most physically tiring one of my life. Nausea, fatigue, and just grumpiness. Nothing seemed to ease the nausea..and I've slept most of the day since Tuesday. My treatment this week didn't go well either, I had to get extra medication to keep me from puking all over the nurses. Yuck. I really hope that this week wasn't how the rest of my treatments are going to go. The first ones went so well. It's strange just typing the word chemo gives me an up-chuck feeling in my tummy.

This morning I decided that I needed some fresh air, so I went on a walk. Despite being tired five minutes after I started walking, I'm feeling a little better. Feeling a little bit more normal.

As for what you can be praying for me about is the nausea. It's been pretty miserable the past few days.

The only thing that's really given me any comfort this week was some wise advice one of my mom's friends who is a cancer survivor gave me for when times are tough.."it'll be better tomorrow." And it's been true..tomorrow is always better.