Ten More Days Of Freedom
It amazes me how obsessed I am with the calendar all of a sudden. Before the chemotherapy treatments, I was happily in la-la land and never knew what day it was. Now, everything revolves around when the next “Red Devil” appointment is–in this case, July 30– so I have ten more days of freedom.
A few people at church yesterday asked how I was feeling. I started rambling on and on about how it was Day 10 and the nausea was finally fading. Really? Day Ten? I think they thought I was a bit off my rocker. Then again, is that anything new?
Today, Day 11, I am particularly proud of myself. I’m actually making dinner myself: Chinese Chicken, pasta, peas, homemade bread, and peach cobbler. Like I said before, I’m competing with all these wonderful women that probably make desserts for their family on a regular basis. If my kids ask me for something sweet, I usually grumble, “Eat an apple.” And get grumbling back.
For now, I will be content with the simple things of life, such as a) not throwing up, b) still having eyebrows and eyelashes, c) homemade bread.
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