It was another fairly long day at the chemo clinic today. The whole process took more than 6 hours which is a long time when you are at a place you’d rather not be.

Marisa felt good today and thankfully those steriods are with her for the next few days.

We laughed when we needed to and greived when grief was called for. Marisa is such a tough cookie. I told the chemo nurse that Marisa is tough and then the nurse said “yah, a fiesty broad eh?” Then I poked her with the nearest needle.

We are filled again with trembling hope.



(post script – I did NOT poke the nurse. That was a Marisa encouraged joke)