Well, I had my first treatment and it went great. I had a blast entertaining the nurses, walking around with my IV pole, and watching daytime TV. Then I went home. And promptly got knocked on my butt. I think I must’ve slept for 12 hours straight, and I’ve been sleeping since Thursday off and on all day and night. The good news is that the anti-nausea meds are working. But I think they make me tired. I’m starting to realize that a good attitude alone is not going to get me through this. But this is the path God has set before me, and dammit, I will crawl it if I have to in order to make it out of the valley of the shadow of death. I am not alone in this, even though it is my path alone. I see all of your footprints around me, and I am grateful.