A common expression from those with cancer is “there are good days, and there are bad days”. I’m not sure where this started, but it doesn’t fit my experience at all. I’d say “there are good hours and there are bad hours”.
Take today for example. I woke up to a panic attack. After several hours I managed to ‘control’ it into a depression. By dinner time I felt pretty good. By the end of dinner I felt great. Just a few minutes ago my bulldog and I were having a fine time drinking Grand Mariner (he loves it, but I only give him a couple drops).
It often seems to me that there’s a timer somewhere that controls how many hours a day I can feel good (or must feel bad, who knows).
This cancer stuff is quite inscrutable.