Day 64-66. The beginning of the week

Well the weekend was good but can't say the same for Monday and Tuesday. The drop off from round 4 was tougher than I expected. It's crazy. On one hand, you feel so crappy that you can't get out of bed. Then Rhys crawls into bed beside me and falls asleep and, subconsciously grabs my hand and snores away. I lie there and wonder how I ever would have been able to share these moments had I been healthy.

Wed could not come quick enough. Tue was a blur but now I am back on my feet. Feeling good. The countdown has begun. One more chemo session Tuesday, three more shots from June, one more week of everything tasting like metal. And a clear ct scan in mid May. The road to recovery will be determined by my doctors. I assume it will include a lot of rest and just letting the body heal. I feel like my mind and my soul has had some time to heal in the last little while and it's now the body's turn to catch up. Sometimes it's like having a split personality. Chemo gil wants to sleep all day. Social gil wants to catch up with friends. Coke gil wants to go to work. Funny gil wants to do standup about cancer and my experiences.

 Every morning I wake up and pray and read my devotions and thank God for everything he has done for me and I thank him for so many people that have encouraged me throughout this. Every email, text, card, letter, phone call and just words have truly made it so much easier.  Even times when my buddies would drive all the way out from Port Moody/Coquitlam just to sit with me at chemo and drive me home.

Everyone believes that they are loved and appreciated. But few get to experience love and support like I did. My brother has become my best friend.  My wife and my mom are THE strongest people I know. And my daughter is officially the funniest person in the family because when you ask her what happens when we get an owweee, she says,"Suck it up!"