I'm not at the end of treatment, just trying to get through chemo, and can totally relate. True moments of joy are few and far between and I'm struggling. I have no motivation to do anything and care less. The strongest emotion I've felt recently was yesterday was when I dropped my sick leave form in to work and popped into my office to say hello. The woman who is replacing me at the moment (who is lovely) was sitting in my chair with my trolley filled with the new books I should have been selecting (just as she should be) and I wanted to push her over and take my trolley back - how bloody childish can you be? I went back home, took my anti-nausea drugs and slept for 2 hours.
