Monday, May 5, 2025

     Sunday afternoon, I am sitting here in the cold living room, tears in my eyes as I try to figure out whether I will continue with the cancer treatments. I just don’t want to do any more. It doesn’t make sense to me.  The doctors are just guessing what will help. I am tired of this loud argument in my mind, and realize, really, it is time for lunch.  

     After eating soup, toast and yogurt the arguing mind calms down. Today is good and Monday I will do another chemo infusion. Sigh 

     I am reading the latest Scott Turow new legal thriller, PRESUMED GUILTY. At first, I didn’t like it but then the story got interesting.

     In the late afternoon my daughter visits, bringing in the newspaper from the driveway. I have ignored the paper all day as part of my useless rebellion. There are so few ways to stamp my feet. I am still waiting for the pathology report from the cytology test last Thursday.