Expectations

I hope to survive. I do have expectations of survival, but they aren't nearly as strong as they used to be. Last night I was awake all night thinking about my decline and death. I had to remind myself at 5 am that my chances are actually very good. It's hard to think positively (or rationally, sometimes) when you are suffering. That's what chemotherapy is. Suffering. I should see it as a cure, as a salvation, but when you can barely think, feed yourself or even stand, it's hard to be positive.

But I am not sad or depressed, since I am not fully into the belief that I will die. No one has said it, and treatment is only half over. Anything can happen, and that is where hope and fear coincide. I'll probably be my normal self in a day or two.

My brother-in-law says that I should be enjoying myself as much as possible. I wonder what the subtext is...

UPDATE: Immediately after writing this, I came upon this. If you believe in...stuff, well this is probably stuff worth paying attention to.