Sunday evening... eaten dinner x3. All the bad should be over for this treatment. My incision is open and draining.. looking gross.. being my own nurse is not something I want to do over this wound. It grosses me out and feels weird.

My body and joints ache. And my open incision burns at times.

Missing my kids... grateful that they go to their dad each weekend. Hopefully they won't see me sick. Maybe I'm divorced from their father so they would never see me go through this. Maybe I moved to the states because surviving breast cancer is better than the UK. Trying to find the good in the bad with optimism, meaning and purpose...