I’m tired of not feeling good. There’s not much I can do about it, except to keep a happy face plastered on my mug. I hardly remember what it feels like to feel good. At least there’s no pain, which is a blessing. Complaining is pointless. Feeling sorry for myself is a waste of life energy. The most difficult thing is feeling that I should keep trying to do … something. I’d best have some kind of purpose to keep me going. But it’s really a question for my doctor (oncologist). If how I feel now is the best I can hope for, I should make the best of it.