Chemo starts tomorrow.
I want to get going on this: I want the Wurst and the Primordial Wurst gone, and chemo is the first step towards that.
But at the same time, I’m completely intimidated, scared even. Right now, I’m a person who feels healthy but is actually sick. Tomorrow I become a person who is sick. I’m not sure I can explain how that feels, writer or not: there’s an actual dividing line in my life between healthy and sick, and it occurs at 8am tomorrow. Never mind that the symptoms will be caused by the treatment rather than the disease; that’s the line.
Still, onward. That’s the only way to go.
At least I have excellent support.
