So now I’ve finished ten interferon treatments. Today I have number eleven. I sure have appreciated having the weekend off, but the effects still linger. I feel like I am living on a planet with double gravity. It takes so much effort just to move about. I have never felt so weak.

There are some other side effects that my doctor warned me about. One is depression. Of course, this means a level beyond just the usual joys of having cancer. It came on me yesterday, wave after wave of feelings of sadness and despair. I recognized it as the effects of the meds, but it was still a rough ride. The main feeling is one of hopelessness, as though all of my efforts will come to nothing. I keep telling myself that I have to fight each day, one day at a time. I can only hope that when the twentieth and final treatment is over, that some feeling of hope will return.

As my readers have no doubt noticed, this also saps my energy for blogging. I do have a few things going, like my next Depot Bell article and a long diatribe about the role of religion in my life during this time, but they’re not ready to share yet. I wish I had something funny to share with all of you. Please just be patient. I don’t know how much more I’ll be posting over the next two weeks.

This drug sucks, pure and simple.