Date: 02-20-2010
It's been too long since I've written. Four days, I know but I'm not living up to my goal of writing in this every day. Of course, I've been sicker than a dog the last four days, too. Mom and Pops almost rushed me back to the hospital because I couldn't keep any food in me. I was living off Sprite and crackers. I'm feeling better, though. Tired but better.
I start my first chemo treatment tomorrow. It's what we decided on. We talked about all of the options . . . chemotherapy really was the best option.
I'm really scared about this. I really am. Everyone close to me is rallying around me and just being the best support group ever. Mom, Pops, Trixie, Sparky, Spritle . . . everyone in the family and from my racing team. I just wish Rex was here. I miss him . . . but I also don't want him to see me after I'm done with the chemotherapy. It isn't going to be pretty. Maybe it's a good thing he isn't here anymore . . .
And I think I'm going to turn in early. Tomorrow's going to be a rough day. I'm not looking forward to this.
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