I spent the last bunch of days pretending I don't have cancer. It's pretty easy when you have Little Chemo and feel mostly normal the next day. After the kids and I ran errands yesterday morning, we spent a mostly lazy day watching Police Women of Broward County. I took a nap too. And a bath. Today has already been great because I went for a run (64 degrees this morning, y'all!), I get to go to Joann's and I have a sewing project in mind. Later the kids have a birthday party.
I feel really good today. I feel good about life. I feel good about everything. We all know from reading this blog that I don't always feel like this. Some days are really awful, and I have a lot of thoughts and worries I wish I didn't have. I always joke that aside from the cancer, I'm great. And it's true. I love my life with my kick ass husband and my amzing kids, all my friends and family. I am so fucking lucky to have this life. Maybe I'll try harder to remember that on the bad days.
Although I think bad days are okay too. I would be a big faker if I didn't share the bad days.
So, this week. I see my oncologist on Wednesday, bright and early. And we'll go from there.
And now back to my lala land of sunshine and lollipops (vegan, of course!).