I guess this is the worse before it gets better

Sleep is elusive these first few days after A/C. It's 7:42 a.m. and I need more sleep, but I can't. Went to bed after watching the movie "Once" at 10 p.m. That's the movie with Glen Hansard who opened and played with Eddie last weekend. A very sweet story, filled with music. Loved it.
Looking back on the week, I had a follow up with the podiatrist on my right foot, which has been hurting like hell. I called Dr. Kaplan over last weekend and told him I thought it was infected, so now I'm on antibiotics for it. My medicine cabinet floweth over now. I get confused on when to take what. I already had an appointment with the podiatrist Monday morning, and yeah, it should be drying up faster, so I'm back soaking it in epsom salt every night and it does seem to be improving, although it will be a year before a complete healthy toenail grows back. Along with my hair.
I must say, for the fatigue level I'm experiencing, I did a kick ass job of covering the conclusion of the Sammamish shoreline master program. Three hour meeting a their city hall Monday night- grueling. I came home and took a nap first, but got a great story. Every single body of water in Washington must develop a new plan every seven years, so they are all scrambling. It's a fascinating topic to me, because it totally effects private property rights on lakes, rivers, and the Sound. Harkens back to my old real estate days, plus the folks up in Sammamish are pretty, shall we say, spirited? Good people though.
Back to cancer, I attended my first support group at Gilda's Club. It was good. I can't say much because it's all confidential, but one very smart, pragmatic lady has stage 4 breast cancer, and now they've found a spot on her liver. She has two small children. She empathized with the fact that I'm on adryamicin - she said it's nickname is the red devil. Fitting. I hate this fucking disease. She really doesn't know what her future holds. It scared me, and when I went into treatment this week, I told Dr. Kaplan her story, and he said I'm going to be fine. They see no evidence of the cancer tripping along somewhere else in my body. But, you see, that's the biggest fear once this is over. What if it comes back? I don't know if I have it in me to fight again.
My son Taylor headed home to Idaho, from Texas yesterday, as he finished his summer job there. Once he gets settled back at his dad's, he'll come see me. I'm so proud of him for sticking it out in that heat. And he has grown up so much, I can tell. He's going to go back into the firefighting school in the fall, which he started after high school, but didn't finish. His first semester will be EMT I stuff. It's a perfect career for him. He's strong, brave and handsome! So, he could be on one of those shirtless firefighter calendars (I told him this before and he cringed)!
It's a beautiful day and I hope to be strong enough to take Abbey down to Alki for the open air art fair. We'll have to go after her grooming of course so she looks pretty! Hell, she looks better than me.