It's week three, one third of the way, and I'm out of the mental fog. No bad physical issues so far. Although I am drinking so much water that I'm wearing a path to the toilet. The bleomycin shot on last Monday kicked me really hard for the following evening but the next day I was feeling better. My hair is half gone and it is a bigger deal than I thought. I'm ready to start the next week of infusions and dive into the fog again. I thank god for having a loving wife of 33 years to help me. Living with cancer is not a cliche to be taken lightly. I'm not having the physical challenges that many other people going through treatment are having. My challenge is on the mental side dealing with the reality of how finite our lives really are.