Good morning!
Although Matt slept only four hours last night (he had a three-hour nap yesterday evening), he assures me he wasn’t up all night feeling sick and/or worrying. Instead he says his brain was just like [cue singsong voice], “doop-de-doo!” This is mildly concerning to me, only because his brain is usually like [cue nerdsong voice], “beep-boop-beep: space-time continuum, bicycle science, quantum computers, history of the holy roman empire, embroidery-machine process improvement, abolitionism from civil war to present…”, but under the circumstances it’s probably a healthy use of his brainwaves, especially when sleep is elusive.
He woke up with the usual energy and smile and is now 1. eating breakfast ahead of taking the day’s first handful of pills, 2. making me coffee, and 3. planning his morning walk to Daily Bird.
We don’t expect every day ahead to be quite so carefree—the pre-infusion antinausea meds should start wearing off later today and into tomorrow, for one thing—but I am taking this morning as an indication of Matt’s physical and mental readiness to fight (and, in time, defeat) this disease.
We intend to approach the present challenge (ah, cancer euphemisms) with confidence and always, always humility; with humor and openness; with positivity and love. We are so very thankful for the support of our friends, families, and community…and for all the forms this support is taking.
I’m off to work; I’ll let Matt fill you in on the oddball side effects of his first chemo infusion yesterday
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As a wise frog once said, It is Wednesday, my dudes. As a wise Matt will likely soon say, Happy Wednesday.