The weekend was lovely. I felt better yesterday than I have in months, I think mostly due to the effects of the digitalis. Cousin and Robert came over, and Robert and Terry fixed a real Sunday breakfast with pancakes and bacon, fruit, good coffee, and we ate out on the deck. Today a little tired and shaky. I'm getting strong enough to face my situation as it changes day to day, and the more I keep on track with my treatment the better I will do. It's best not to grasp at false hopes. I understand why people in this situation panic and take to strange diets and other advice from strangers, but I'm sticking to "conventional" medicine. Today I see the oncologist, who will appraise how well the chemo is doing. I'm getting a little of that "chemo brain;" dozy, disinclined to think about complicated matters.