I'm struggling to write something tonight. Gone are the days where I made the sun and talked about how I made it. Although I did enjoy painting this little watercolor tonight after almost talking myself into using a photograph. All that doesn't seem important with what I am facing starting tomorrow morning at 10:00 am. Nurses will put "medicine" into my new port that will hopefully stop my cancer cells from getting bigger. This medicine, this chemotherapy, will make me sick and not look as pretty and that sucks. Of course the hope is, because there has got to be hope, that all this torture I will go through will kill the cancer.
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