On one of my very bad days a few weeks ago my friend Barbie asked if there was anything, just ANYTHING at all she could do for me.I sweetly asked her if she would take the next chemotherapy treatment for me. I explained that there was a new receptionist who didn’t know me and all she needed to know was my birthday in order to get in. I think she thought I was joking, but she quickly said “no” just to be safe.

It’s hard to believe that tomorrow marks the sixth of eight chemotherapy treatments. That means I am sixth-eights of the way to completing this course of the treatment procedure. I’ll show off my mad math skills and reduce this fraction to THREE-FOURTHS of the way through!

Barbie was right, it’s been something I needed to suck up and do all by myself.  I’m going in tomorrow knowing that the toxins are giving my mutant ninja cells a very nasty time and blasting them to smithereens!

Today is a good day!