It is late, and I have to sleep. But the e-mails of worry started to arrive. It was a challenging week of Temodar. Not sure why, but this and last week seemed to have stronger side effects. I do have a lot to do the next 9 days.
Good moments and challenging moments. Babysitter Katie (Senior on the verge of being UCD alumni) stepped in this afternoon after I texted her asking for a nap. She took Lemon to the park, and I passed out. She also has a formal tonight, coming in the AM to help out and then to her hometown to help her folks.
I took my last Temodar today, 3.3 days to clear it out and refocus.
Liz, my Glioma buddy, kick it on the walk!