Name of that truck?

Seriously, being attached to a bag of chemicals is not fun. Several reasons: 1. I have to drag it around with me wherever I go. 2. It continually makes little squeak, squeak noises. 3. If an air bubble gets into the system to makes horrible beeping sounds until you fix the problem. (at 1:30am and 3am at night) 4. Getting up every 2 hours because of the amount of liquid being pumped into my body. Maybe it's a little like sleeping with a baby under your bed?

The clear-mindedness that enjoyed last week has been kicked out the door. I feel right now that I have been hit by the chemo truck. Pains in strange places, weird symptoms, bizarre dreams, etc. I really appreciate prayers for me as I tackle this round, but I would also like to ask for prayers for Lisa. She does a lot and I don't make her day easier. I wish I could help her out more, but I am just not in a condition to do that. So I would like to ask you to pray for strength, wisdom, and peace for Lisa. She is a very example of peace and patience to me while going through this.

Ok, I am going to try and prep for another evening in the hospital.

~B.
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