It just occurred to me and I mentioned to Jim that it is possible that December 29 is the sickest I'll ever be. It sounds like a technicality, but I don't think so.
Now, I feel great, but I am sick. We've been agonizing over the chemo because it is scary and the side effects are endless and unpleasant. But now I'm thinking, no, no, Kelly, the chemo is the first step to recovery. Who cares about the side effects. It is the recovery. (I'm still working on some version of "it is the recovery, stupid.")
I'll spend my last few days of being so sick but feeling fine celebrating Christmas in Washington with Jim, Miles and Ian, and my family and Jim's family. Then, on December 30, we'll begin the recovery.
