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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Your self-made meal sounds amazing! It’s making me hungry, even though I just ate breakfast. And keep feeding your kids apples. Good for ’em. ;)
Each day is a gift isn’t it. Treasure each one as it comes to you. We will keep you in our prayers, especially on thursday again.
Glad you’re feeling well for now at least. I just read the “Poppleton” book to my kids, and I have to say, you have great taste in books! It was hilarious. I love the ending: “Poppleton and Fillmore were sick in bed for three days. They took LOTS of pills. It took twenty-seven cakes to get them down.” He he, thought you would like that with your pill-popping these days :)
Mom, your dinner was AMAZING!