March 14, 1997 – One Day at a Time
Things are now in motion for the first rounds of chemoradiotherapy to work. The elimination state begins and I feel fair to middling this morning. I’m going to try to do some symbolic cleaning up in my office once I get some more bugs fixed and then try to make Leslie Davenport’s class.
Leslie’s class was taught by an art therapist this time and we built worry dolls. My doll was named Homer and he has to worry about the next TURBT revealing no cancer!
After a nice lunch, I crashed for an hour and a half.