I've slept most of the last few days.  What extra energy I got from taking a double dose of Decadron was quickly used up by the next day.  I hate sleeping away so much of my time.  Cancer is a cruel enough thief stealing my health, confidence, and daily life routine without also my precious time.  My husband tries to console me that it's not much longer for my treatments.  Less than a month now and I'll complete the six rounds of chemo.  But all the logic in the world doesn't change how I feel right now.  Tired physically, but even more tired mentally.  It's hardest when the days run into each other and I'm too tired to notice or care.  Sure only a few weeks left, but it seems like forever.