Saturday, April 17, 2010
I have a different opinion about Saturdays now. It used to be a day to look forward to but lately it is one of my tougher days after chemo. I turn into a complete witch. I am pumped full of steroids and if you cross me the wrong way a second head might just come out of my shoulder and bite your head clean off. I feel so bad for my family who has to endure this side of me. I try and do everything I can to keep myself in check - deep breathing, calming self talk - but sometimes the drugs are stronger than I am. I can turn on a dime too - reminding me with full force of the days when I was a teenager. This is not me. I know it is not me. I hope my family can remember that it is not me. I hope they can forgive the monster that looks like me and sounds like me but really is just a drug that keeps me from vomiting and has a really bad temper.
Posted by Kristin at 12:21 PM