The Fifth Treatment

Yes, it was tough!

I thought it was the toughest of all so far, but Bill doesn’t think so.

You see, Bill has his own system of measuring how bad the battle is.

The indicator is the amount of time I spend whimpering in fetal position.

My judgment is based on how much I want to slip out of my own body because it hurts everywhere.

If this were a few hundred years ago, people would think I had been possessed by demons.

I might be burnt.

I might be worshiped.

In any case, that’s a pretty wild thought.

The happiest person in this whole thing is Nuage ‘cause mommy is always there to snuggle with.

I’d like to believe he knows I’m not feeling well,

but Bill doesn’t think so highly of a cat.

So yes, one more to go.

Hard to believe but it is finally coming to an end, for now anyway.

I've wanted to quit after each treatment.

Glad to know I finally get to really quit after the next one.

Thank you all for your thoughts and prayers.

It's been empowering to know that I have backups.

The doctor wants to keep the catheter for 6 more months,

at which point, then, I can start trying to have kids if I want to.

I just want my health back.