Nesting, you know, getting all ready for something big to happen? Usually it's a baby. I'm busily nesting for chemo. Today I attacked the kids' room, convinced them to donate a basketful of toys, and got it all cleaned and organized. I have three tank tops cut out for Reese, and will probably cut out a couple more before sewing them together. She'll need a couple pairs of shorts too. The fridge needs cleaning out, the pantry needs organizing. I want to make a list of fast meals, easy meals, and freezer meals. The bathrooms both could use some attention. Library books are due at the library. A homeschool plan might be a good thing. Oh, and I could use some of those suckers and the ginger candy that I used last time I had chemo (that I found at a local vegetarian store!!).
Oh, did I mention the water will be off at our apartment complex Tuesday?
In the middle of all the scurrying, sometimes I stop and think. I hope. I wish. I hug my husband and children. I remember that it's important to live today and try not to worry too much about the future. I appreciate the thoughts and prayers of friends and family, and even strangers. I cry.
I do feel better though. The prozac? Maybe. Probably. But I also feel a determination to kick some ass. I'm good at chemo, I know I can do this.
Fake it til you make it, right?
I'll be busy for the next few days, and Wednesday is Port Placement day. Wish me luck!!