I am kicking cancer's ass. I mean it. I have completed 4 of my 4-6 chemos and the 5th one is on the schedule. I only feel nauseous and pukish about 1/2 the time (MJ usually helps with that). My blood counts are good. Some of the numbers are within range and some are on the high side of low. I really need to remember this when I am feeling like hell.
I have gotten back to spending time with my children as much as possible. This usually involves sitting in a big chair in the living room and interacting with them. They come to me with books to read to them. They involve me in their play by calling out to me to look at what they are doing. They come to me for kisses and to climb up on my lap. This is wonderful as I hardly saw them the first 2 months or so as I was bedridden and they were bonding with Anabel. Ivy is walking like a pro and talking up a storm in both Spanish and English.
Mark is a real trouper. He takes Xavi to preschool pretty much every morning. And he gets home just in time to get the kids down. I've actually been putting Ivy to sleep while he helps Xavi. Anabel picks up Xavi from preschool and sometimes I go if I am feeling ok. But Mark is the hero. The kids tend to wake up at night and he deals with it as I am passed out from pills. He feeds them in the morning and gets them dressed until the nanny arrives. He lets me sleep in unless I have an appointment. It is neat seeing the kids bonding so much with their Papá. His prize for taking the time with his kids.
Even though I am an atheist 12-Stepper I have decided that I really should have a higher-power to turn things over to. I have decided that my higher-power is going to be "miracles." Because I could really use some and we all hear stories about miraculous recoveries and I am ready for one.
So this is what you get from me on a "good" day. Prepare for the possibility that tomorrow night I will be asking you to put me out of my misery.
