59 Hours Awake, 8 Hours of Bliss (and a Hard Stop at 10:30)

🌼 Date: Wednesday, December 31, 2025

⚡ Energy: Quiet, tender, deeply tired

💓 Status: Shot one complete, record sleep achieved

🥱 Outlook: Rest counts as progress

Day one of the Granix shots.

For reasons known only to my body and whatever gremlin runs the side-effect department, the first of the five shots always makes me bleed like a stuck pig — while the other four behave themselves. Weird, but consistent. At this point, I just nod and roll with it.

And now… brace yourselves.

Because I have AMAZING NEWS.

Since I didn’t have to take steroids last night, I slept.
Like, really slept.

Eight. Whole. Hours.
Blissfully peaceful.
Uninterrupted — except for my bladder, which remains deeply committed to chaos.

That officially ends the wakey-wakey marathon at 59 hours.
A new personal record.

Casey said I should’ve tried to make it an even 60.
Hard pass. I am not interested in defending this title next round.

Today is New Year’s Eve, and in keeping with the theme of low expectations and soft living, I donned my silver satin pajamas to ring it in.

This second round of chemo has hit differently.
I’m more tired.
More worn down.
Zero energy.
Very little strength.

We tried to make it to midnight.
We really did.

But I think we officially said goodbye to 2025 around 10:30 PM, tucked into bed, lights out, surrender accepted.

And honestly?
That feels right.

Not every day needs fireworks.
Some days just need rest.
And tonight, rest is exactly how I’m closing the year.

💗 Tina –

One Badass Day at a Time

59 Hours Awake, 8 Hours of Bliss (and a Hard Stop at 10:30)