I think it was the first of September. (With apologies to Chicago)
Can't wait for wasp season to be over.
Two days after I take my last "breakfast of champions," I must self-administer an injection of Lapelga (pegfilgrastim), which helps my bone marrow produce white blood cells needed to help my body fight infection.
The weekend after chemo is always a little rough. Mild nausea, extreme fatigue, an overall feeling of "blech." But this being sixth (and last!) edition I know how to handle it, especially when it's rainy and I don't feel any guilt about not being outside or otherwise out & about.
Just in time for the weekend, too. It's nice to look at photos and read narrative on something that isn't a screen for once.
In my neighbourhood, willows are increasingly rare, as most homeowners and builders have not planted them on their properties due to their excessive thirst and the long-term effects that can have on foundations. They only ones I've seen are in parks and wetlands, where they get adequate water can pose no harm to nearby homes.