This is one of those days where I felt better yesterday than I do today. Tenth day after chemotherapy. Tired. My digestive system is out of whack. And it has rained all day with a forecast of more rain tomorrow.
But I am grateful that my treatment season is the spring. And it will last into summer with radiation yet to be scheduled.
I have watched greenness grow in my backyard. Judy has spent two days scrubbing the green from our deck. The grass needs mowed.
Peonies have erupted from the ground and color is showing on their marble-sized buds. The dogwoods lost many petals in today's downpour.
The oaks are the last trees to leaf out and will soon obscure the western sky. We can even open our windows and enjoy fresh air.
So I am glad to be distracted from how I feel by what I can see and touch and smell. I even wandered around my cul-de-sac to see what my neighbors have blooming in their yards. The slow, bald man with his camera and tripod.
I do want the treatments to end, and take all the side effects with them. But I want the season to embrace me with green.