cancer – day 112

I’ve gotten behind in my journaling, I can’t believe how much I’ve slept this week. And when I was awake . . . not pretty. This pain from my esophagus all the way down through my guts is just hellish. The best description Mark seemed to have understood was that it’s like there’s submarine warfare going on in there, heat-seeking missiles being launched, countermeasures firing to draw the heat seekers, torpedoes firing back and forth, some connecting . . . that’s what it feels like is happening inside me when the chemo is doing it’s thing and the meds for the chemo side effects are not.