After our wonderful picnic last weekend the week started out well but by Tuesday the Chemo fatigue set in and no matter how hard I tried to shake it knocked me off my feet for a couple of days. But I knew only one more treatment and then I have my 2 week break. Late Wed I had a call from my Oncologist who apologetically informed me that she had made a mistake and that the regime I am on does not have a break every 6 weeks it is continuous until the tests show the cancer is in remission enough to have a longer break. But as I was expecting a break next week she agreed to me missing next Friday and then back to every week. I calmly put the phone down and then had a tantrum. I punched the couch,the cushions and kicked the ottoman. I then yelled obscenities at the cancer as I slammed every door in the house as hard as I could. When I calmed down I called Graham at work who said he was glad he was at a safe distance and that he would check the door hinges for damage when got home. The tantrum was needed to release the frustration and it left me feeling strong and back in control of the damned cancer! You see I have to keep the cancer in it's place. I always have to stay bigger and stronger than the cancer, no matter what! You may have noticed that I always refer to it as "The cancer" not my cancer, because I REFUSE to own it. Happily the week ended on a positive note. My dear friend Gisele drove me for chemo, we enjoyed a nice lunch and chat and once again I had my angel pole. This time a beautiful larger Angel dressed in white lace. I am so blessed. The chemo went well and I don't have another treatment until August 20th Yeah! Thanks for all your prayers and positive thoughts.