Today, we begin Josie's carcinoma treatment. She doesn't know it's coming still so she's contentedly sleeping on her heating pad without a care at the moment. I, on the other hand, am a wreck. I couldn't get to sleep last night for hours. I finally dozed off around 0430, but woke again at 0500. I was too tired to get up and do anything so I stayed in bed and tried to get some more sleep. Grand total, I think I got a whole three hours by the time I finally gave up and got up just before noon. I'm worried sick about how Josie is going to handle treatment this time around. It's incredibly painful and takes a lot out of her. And, at 17 years old, she's not exactly a kitten anymore. I'm worried sick it's going to be too much for her and, obviously, my subconscious is wracked with guilt. I only hope this extreme insomnia won't last for the entire three weeks of her treatment.