I did not have a good day. I couldn't get to sleep last night until almost five in the morning, and when I did finally sleep, I had a horrible dream. If you've been following me the past three years, you know my nightmares involve the hospital. Flashbacks about tests, surgery, pain, and chemo. This was a little bit different. I dreamed that I was in hospice care, I was nearing the end, and I was alone. I don't understand why I had a dream like that. I'm still in remission, no evidence of disease, not dying anytime soon. It just shook me. I couldn't go to church. I didn't tell my mom the real reason (just said I was sick) because she would have freaked out. I've felt pretty bad this past week. I thought it was the weather, but I'm wondering if I'm headed for a depressive episode. Not what I need right now. At least my chemo port scar isn't hurting right now, and my hand hasn't given me much trouble.
I have a bunch of Kentucky Derby stuff to post, but I just don't feel like doing it right now.
I have a bunch of Kentucky Derby stuff to post, but I just don't feel like doing it right now.