My second chemotherapy treatment is in 2 days, Monday. I think I am three weeks wiser. At least when it comes to this specific combination of ten medications and how my body responds, I am three weeks wiser. I still cannot recite the list, nor can I spell their names if I hear them read aloud, nor can I even pronounce them correctly. Still, I think I am three weeks wiser.

I am no longer worried about how tired I will be, not as much as I feared. I am far more vulnerable to infections that first week after treatment than I realized before. I already have some medications that could be necessary for side effects I did not have and for those that I did have. 

I have more hope than three weeks ago. Green is, indeed, growing in all the cracks.

And I have a greater sense of a vast network of prayers and encouragement for which I know that I am embraced with grace.

And I am three weeks closer to being cured.