I miss my family. Weepy.
It's too late to order breakfast and too early to order lunch. Weepy.
Every 6 hours of chemo is rough. Weepy.
I just don't feel good. Weepy.
I just want to go home. Weepy.
Mike says no way. I'm in it for the long haul. Because the long haul is the cancer-free haul. It's just so, so hard.
He also says it's ok to be weepy. So I cry and cry and cry.
Then I get a video like this and from a precious little soul (turn up your volume), and Jesus wipes my tears.