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Winding down. Or, just whining.

Green tea, 70% dark chocolate and my little pooch. In bed.

Seems this may be the extent of my day today.

Am I actually being physically ground down by chemo or do I just need to give myself a kick?

I’m really not sure.

But with my heels too blistered for shoes/skates and my distressed digestion dragging into day six, I might just veg today either way.

Maybe part of this journey is learning a little laziness.

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Andrea Posted by Andrea February 3, 2010

February 3, 2010 at 12:20 pm.

7 comments

  • Steve

    Yeah, relax. I am.

  • http://www.WeCanRebuildHer.com Andrea Ross

    Thanks, Steve.

  • http://www.penmachine.com/ Derek K. Miller

    It is. Sometimes I feel guilty about flaking around the house (especially because I've been doing this for THREE FRICKING YEARS), and I know sometimes I could do more — and sometimes I do. But cancer a big hairy serious deal, and chemo often makes it very, very hard just to get through the day. If you need to do nothing, or sleep, or veg in whatever way, be glad you're alive to do that. I try to be.

  • sheree

    not laziness just stillness ….. a good thing for all ! s

    If I could — I would make you a “no guilt quilt” – -the cosiest quilt ever for curlng up with chocolate. tea and a dog hmm I think it needs to be flannel hmm.

  • http://www.WeCanRebuildHer.com Andrea Ross

    Thank you, Sheree.

  • http://www.WeCanRebuildHer.com Andrea Ross

    Three years — yikes!

    Wishing you your very long overdue swift and complete healing and much happiness.

  • http://www.idc101.blogspot.com/ Linda England

    Dark chocolate? Coffee? Baked goodies? I'm envious. :-) I just pulled all of my chemo experience with eating into a blog post. My list of tolerated foods has less than ten items on it. I understand the desire to eat whatever I want whenever I want, but I've learned that's not the best plan right now. I am probably changing my eating habits forever, although a glass or two of Veuve Cliquot would be nice after my liver recovers.