Four days to go until treatment #4. I am a little depressed that I don't fell better. I don't even feel funny.....I do have more resolve that no matter how I feel I must plod forward. My good friend Martha picked my up sugared ginger. One little bite is like a whole bunch of gingerales!
When I finish this episode I will probably never drink another gingerale again. So-
big weekend---Chris will be 14 on Monday---a 9th grader. Laura is my angel. When ever I have a moment this little girl puts her hand on my shoulder and says that everything will be OK.
Not a position a child should be in.....but so glad to have them as well as JIM on my side.
Liz
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