Guys, my weekend was mostly HORRIBLE. I was nauseous and tired and my head hurt. I don't even really remember what we did on Saturday afternoon. For me, I think it involved sleeping. I thought I was going to puke several times. I can't remember the last time I felt so awful.
And today? It's like someone flipped a switch. Aside from feeling a bit tired and craving mushroom gravy, I think I'm fine. And I made it. I made it through the weekend. It amazes me to be on the other side, but here I am! I don't take the credit. There was a lot of prayer involved, both my own and yours.
The best part of my weekend was little things. A letter from a friend reminding me I'm not alone. Going to church with the family. Watching Daria in bed. Buttered toast. Ice water. Hugs from my kids. Gentle kisses from my husband.
It's really all about the little things, isn't it? Finding joy in the little things.
Other than calling the scheduler to find out when I'm supposed to show up next time, I plan to banish cancer to the back burner for the next week or so. Today I'll be catching up, so if I owe you an email or a phone call or a picture, I'll get on it. I hope to do some sewing. The kids and I will be working hard on our school week. Lots to do. :)