This last week of summer coincides with the fourth cycle of chemotherapy, and I am spent. I sleep when I can no longer keep my eyes open, several times a day. I lie down when I am too dizzy to stand. I eat when I want, whatever I want, reveling in what is suddenly delicious and gagging on what is not. I spend long minutes star…
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