We had a very abrupt start to our morning when Brian jumped out of bed, looked at his clock, and exclaimed, "it's 7:09!" He normally leaves the house at 6:00, so this was very late. My sister was stopping by to pick up Camden at 7:30 so it was a mad dash to get Brian and Camden both out the door. Since I was up until 3:30 last night, 7:09 didn't seem late enough to me.
On the agenda for today is editing my photo session from Monday, maybe doing a little scrapping, some time with Rory reading books and coloring, and the treadmill. Have I mentioned my new love for the treadmill? Well, not really sure I'd call it love, but for the first time in my life I'm finding a real sense of satisfaction by walking every day and working up a sweat. It's been almost 4 weeks, and I've only missed 2 days. Considering one of those days I had chemo and one was Sunday, I don't feel badly about those misses.
One picture from yesterday
I may be woefully behind on my photography class, but I did find time to scrap two pages in recent days.
I have to say this one was kind of strange. I went back and copied the journaling from my blog post. Obviously, things did not turn out quite like we were planning when I started that first round of chemo. I don't think I could have imagined not only difficult the next 5 months would be, but also that I would come to the end of that 5 months essentially to find nothing resolved and, in fact, be in a worse place physically. But I decided to still scrap it with journaling from what I was feeling on that day and not how I feel on this day.
And this one was just fun. :)