As expected, my counts are going down, and with them my appetite. But this is all a part of the process. I'm trying to be accepting of it, and to cope as well as possible. I am keeping in mind that my discomfort is truly much less than that of so many other people in the hospital. I read a book written by a man whose entire body was in a cast with pins into his bones....for a year! I don't dare complain in the face of others' suffering like that man's.
In the meantime, my guys are being spoiled by food deliveries from my bookclub friends. How lucky are we to have such kind friends? Thanks to you all!
