Yesterday night I sweat through 3 sets of scrubs and a whole set of bedsheets all before 2am. It’s never not annoying to be shocked awake in your own puddle of sweat.

I had a new nurse, Steven, who started freaking out yesterday afternoon because he took my temp at 99 and then an hour later I was as 102.9.

I’ve discovered that the last two days that I’ve been on Toradal, my body starts out normal when I wake up in the morning but I slowly age into a 60 year old by the end of the day as it wears out.

I don’t expect to have many profound ideas or thoughts that come out of this whole journey. However, I did realize that when there’s something I really want out of all of this, I really need to focus and work for it.

Having cancer sucks. Being sick while having cancer like quadruply sucks. Yesterday was not a good mental or physical day for me. I was pushed, prodded, and poked until I yelled for mercy but to no avail.