Tired to the Bone

Yesterday, tired to the bone, I slept in.
I took a shower.
I cooked some breakfast.
Tired to the bone, I rested.

I changed the sheets on the bed.
I washed and folded clothes.
Tired to the bone, I rested.

I prepared and cooked supper.
And by the end of it, I felt like I’d spent 24 hours digging a trench with a spoon.

I used to do all these things without thinking—without effort, without stopping.
But that was before Cancer Boy moved in and Chemo showed up to kill him.

Today is Chemo Day.
And tired to the bone, I’ll fight.

✨ Because even when my bones are heavy and my body says “no,” my soul still says “bring it.”