Week 5 is kicking off...



On Monday, I had my next-to-last chemo treatment. A local church gifted me a small blanket, and as I read the prayer stitched onto it, I found comfort and peace, eventually drifting off for a short nap.

This morning, I went to the hospital for radiation, then returned to the hotel and slept for most of the day.

By evening, I felt much more refreshed than I had in the morning after a night of light sleep.

I am already looking a little forward to no longer being in the hospital.  I plan to ride my bike a bit and try to get some endurance back up soon.  I want to be as close to 100% as possible when I return home.  



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