We are one week into a new chemotherapy cycle. Justin has been up and down, but mostly down.

The amazing Anne cooked for us again tonight. She also brought lovely brownie things with icing on top, which, obviously will not survive the night.

Every once in a while, when I think about what chemo is, I omit one or two of Justin’s pills. It’s not enough to make any difference, but gives me some kind of satisfaction that I can’t really explain.

A very, very special thank you to Martin for cleaning the worst bathroom on the east coast. To me, this is better than diamonds.

Sometimes I want to pull the good glasses from the cupboard, one by one, and smash them against my red dining room wall. But then I think about the clean up.

Thank you for continued support and prayers. Grace be with you, my friends.