After two cycles of chemotherapy, I am learning that the first week after the infusion is wholly given to fatigue. My thoughts are clouded, I move slowly, I have no appetite, the bed calls to me several times a day.
But there are moments, like this evening near our dinner time, when the sunlight filters through the trees of our western border and illuminates the dogwoods. Of course, I notice, and have to take my camera outside. I forget the cancer. I ignore the fatigue. And I just appreciate what I can see. And the birds are singing, singing a hymn to the evening light.