Airport, chemo . . . a full day on Friday

It was harder than I expected it to be, putting my two babies (8 and 14) on a plane without me or another real adult. Avi called when they landed, he knew I was worried.

Walt took me to chemo . . . while he didn't flirt incessantly, he couldn't keep his eyes off certain women in the room. Oh well, at least I won't have to ask him again.

I expect to feel the real fallout of this chemo infusion in a few hours, but I think I have enough medicine to get me through with as little unpleasantness as possible. My plan is to sleep as much as possible. Three days of sleep. OK, I'll eat and pee and shower, but nothing else.

Pray for the medicines to work.