It's a Mousey kind of Life

Lost

Had a blood transfusion on Monday. Didn't help anything.

Went out with my peer support on Wednesday. Was okay. Looked at wigs that cost way too much. Went to the restaurant and had milk shakes and cheese sticks. Had a semi-good conversation.

Have another Chemo session next Thursday.

I have no life and can't get myself to do anything that would help me; like locating my drawing supplies or blank writing tools. I should clean and organize my room again. I shouldn't be spending so much time laying on the recliner in the living room watching TV (even if T is loving it).

I can't write any more.... I can't see.....