"Alias" returns tonight...
That's something good. It's a two-hour show as well, but it's all a countdown to the big finale. Still, it gives me something to look forward to.
The doctor called in some anti-nausea meds in for me yesterday. I tried them last summer, but I'm going to give them another shot now. It can't hurt.
I'm feeling less nauseated today- so maybe it's working, or overall the nausea is letting up.
The pain is not. I'm in constant pain. Constant. I wake up in pain, and it keeps me from sleeping at times as well- even as doped up as I get on the pain meds.
I have constant reminders- the pain as well as other things- that the tumors are growing. It makes me feel as though I'm losing the battle. Which, I guess, if we're being honest, I am.
Yesterday morning I was able to accompany my father to the probate hearing- so that was something.
Easter Sunday I wasn't able to hardly get out of bed, but Aidan and I watched some tv and played in bed.
I've lost more weight. Just not so much around the belly as I guess that is swollen and all.
I haven't really been on the computer, either. I haven't really been doing much of anything. A little reading. A lot of resting/napping. A lot of mindless tv.
I just want life to be normal again. Why did this have to happen to me? It just doesn't seem right...