This morning Rory and I will make what I hope is my last trip to the hospital for weekly blood work. Now I do realize that there will always be lots of blood work in my future from this point on, but today marks 20 weeks that I've gone in for chemo follow-up. Rory LOVES to go with me and watch. She is very compassionate when I am sick, but she derives some kind of sick pleasure in watching me get stuck with a needle. Nice, coming from the 4 year old who sobs hysterically before her nurse ever gets near her with a needle. :) Of course, her interest in going with me could have something to do with the fact that all the nurses and phlebotomists fawn over her and act as if they've never seen such a cute 4 year old, give her candy, let her "help", etc.
And speaking of needles, yesterday Rory went in for her 4th dentist appointment in less than a month to finally finish up all her dental work. These teeth must have been in bad shape because it took an hour and a half to get them fixed, and her little mouth stayed numb for hours after.
And, yes, I took a picture.
On today's agenda: blood work, grocery shopping, soccer practice (which I'm kinda hoping will be canceled because of the rain), trying to keep up with the never-ending laundry, and making this pumpkin pecan granola.