When I was first diagnosed a good friend told me "remember when its 2.30am, you're sitting on the floor of the shower crying, tell yourself your not alone and you'll be ok." Of course at the time I had no idea, and shrugged it off as well intentioned advice. 2 months later I was sitting on the floor of the shower crying, and I smiled when I looked at my watch. It was about 2.45am, so she was pretty close.

I started out worrying about my kids and grandkids, but I found when you're sick the world gets real small. Sometimes its no bigger than the toilet you're throwing up in. I was surprised to find cancer is the last thing on your mind when you're really sick. You're more worried about what new combination of symptoms will my body throw at me today.

Every cancer journey is different, and you'll have different experiences to mine. Keep posting your progress up here, there are plenty of caring folks with good ideas.