Yesterday was a tad better, a tad, a small amount. I napped, I wonder if napping actually helps or if it is just what I have to do when I can't move anymore. Kids cooked dinner again last night, chicken tenders and heated up beans. Less scary than stove top pasta and draining it. I did nap before the dinner so I was awake during the cooking, I feel a tad less neglectful, a tad, a small amount.
The Christmas tree is still up, I just don't have the gumption to pack it up, or even supervise the packing up.
Next week should be better, then I have my last "red devil" on the 18th. I assume I will feel worse than I do this round. One more month, one more month.
Then I PET scan and they decide on the next cocktail of poison. The next cocktail will be better, because I said so.