Two weeks down

If I didn't know any better, I'd say that someone had spent the last five days flooding my system with toxic chemicals in the hope of destroying clusters of cells in my body.

Seriously, I'm not so much tired...it's more that I'm really fucking worn out. I still have an appetite, I'm not nauseous, all that jazz...but good God, do I feel out of it. Ain't got no right to complain, though - in five weeks, it will all be over, and let's face it, the last two of those are going to be a cakewalk.

But I feel so...ragged. Like I've spent the last week starving myself, or not sleeping, or God knows what.

But you know what, it's another week done. I am one week closer to being cancer-free. Which is all that really matters. Or sumthin'.