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Today, I am tired.

Is it from chemo? Maybe. Is it from the stress of the last several months? An impending, not-really-wanted move from my long-time home? From the side effects of chemo? From the daunting notion of adding more treatment?

Today, I'm sad. A big, deep sad that I don't have the time or energy to even type out here. (if you know me, you know it's unusual for me not to want to pontificate on every emotion.)

I have a lot to share with you. A lot to process.  I can only remember a few times I've wanted (needed) to write more. And I can't ever remember a time when I felt less capable of putting anything into words, onto the monitor, onto the page.

I'm tired.
I'm sad.
But I'm here.
More later.