Sleepy but fine

Sunday and Monday were not so bad. This Monday morning wasn't horrible like the first Monday after chemo, but this Sunday I was a little less energetic than the first Sunday after chemo. So I guess it kind of leveled out. Nothing bad, I still can't complain (although I always manage to)!

I took a nice long nap late Sunday morning. Had planned to go to 11:00 church service with my mom but ran out of gas around 10:00. Slept until 1:00 and spent the rest of the day shuffling around like an old man. (Not an old woman, I explained to my husband. An old man, because I'm grouchy and phlegmy and able to fall asleep sitting up in a chair.)

Monday was about the same as Sunday, but I found if I stopped being lazy then I felt much better. I still took a catnap on the sofa, but I also walked to the bus stop to pick up Emma and went to the mailbox with Leah. If I keep moving, I'll be fine.

So, all is well here. I made it through another treatment. I even made up a cancer joke! Well actually, I thought of the punchline first but am having trouble with the lead-in. Here it is:
Q: What do you call a friend who accompanies you to treatment?
A: Chemo-sabe
(Maybe it should be Who did the Lone Ranger (or Tonto?) bring to keep him company during treatment? I don't know! Suggestions are welcome, as are any other cancer jokes you'd like to send!)