Kathryns Walk

For most of my life I've felt my attitude shift back and forth, like the tide, between reaching for light and clinging to darkness.  The light and darkness I speak of could also be called hope and despair, or happy and sad, or nurture and decay. But I think that you understand. Sometimes against all odds I find happiness in the smallest things that the universe has set in my reach. Other times, even when surrounded with a surplus of reasons to be happy, my heart holds tight to pain, whether it's present or in the past. Why do we do this? I'm very grateful though. The balance in me is tilted toward the light. More often than not, and quite often beyond all reason, I feel good about my place in this universe. It's the same with memories with me. When I look back at the past, most of the time I look back on good times, or remember something that brings a smile to my face and warm happiness to my heart. It's not that I haven't had my share of troubles. Like the old ...

Looks like I took a few weeks off of checking in here. Week 8 of chemotherapy means ending the second full cycle of six. So, not a rookie anymore. But not yet a veteran. That time is approaching slowly but surely. I can feel myself changing. Sometimes I can see it in the mirror too. Body-wise, here's where I am: Losing hair Maintaining weight Feel like I have the flu nearly all the time Bad taste in mouth nearly all the time Chemo fog - can't always think very well Losing balance now and then - no serious falls yet Rib pain, nearly constant, drugs help Ahem, digestive issues All in all, could be worse Mentally, I'm here: Taking my medicine Following medical advice Over it. Seriously though, this one needs more of a write-up than a bullet list. Feel free to check out here - my body is still strong and to put it in a nutshell, I'm going to make it through this, I hate feeling pathetic, and there's not a lot anyone out there can do about this other than what you're...