I'm getting angry at myself because I can't string two good days in a row. People excuse it because the cancer chemotherapy has sapped my strength, but I should be getting better. I thought Saturday was a pretty good day until I helped my wife Tanya put up the grocieries. It tired me out and it continued all day Sunday and into Monday.
When I feel good, I feel almost normal. When I don't, I just want to sleep, and the doctors -- and especially Tanya, say, "no." A reasonable nap is OK, but to stay in bed all day is just not acceptable, so I have to move around, walking almost like Frankenstein's monster around the house, out the backdoor to the back fence and back again. Then I want to lie down. I can sit, which is just like lying down, only vertically, but not as satisfying.
I need to get a shot of energy soon, because we're going to participate in the American Cancer Society's Relay for Life on June 12.