I feel certain this is true for everyone, but December is a marathon. However, if you can make it through all the sporting events and holiday parties and recitals and programs, not to mention a regular work schedule, then time off during the week of Christmas is your reward. Everything comes to a screeching halt for our family the week of Christmas, and I anticipate this week all year long. Brian's parents came for a quick visit this past weekend; kids had exams, and I attended 2 work parts. We also hosted a small party at our house Saturday afternoon. It was a lovely way to close out the busyness of December. Brian and I deliberately planned for down time beginning Sunday afternoon and it has been wonderful. The kids are sleeping until noon; we're watching movies and playing games. I'm reading book #68 of the year, and I have cooked zero meals. We will open presents with the kids Christmas morning and then join my parents, grandparents, and Liz for lasagna; Becky and ...
I feel as if I don't even know where to start this post since things have been happening at a rapid pace over the last several weeks. And I'll apologize in advance, because it's not alot of fun information, but I'm documenting more for my sake than yours. So after several weeks of not only being ill from chemo but having a crazy swollen IP (stomach) port as well as a crazy knot down near my belly button - both of which were incredibly painful - they admitted me to the hospital Monday morning (July 4). One of the few perks of being a cancer patient is that your doctor can simply place a phone call to the hospital and from the time we walked in the door until we were in our room was barely 10 minutes. They immediately did a CT scan and put me on two IV antibiotics. The CT tech ran the dye through my port, which is apparently a big no-no. This detail is important later on. Wednesday, the doctor who did my colon surgery stopped by and decided the port had to come out beca...
I have traumatized Rory by taking her through the automatic car wash (imagine how dirty our car was if this was the first time she's been through one). She sobbed and sobbed, "get me outta here" and "I just wanna go home." When we finally finished, she said, "pleeeaaasse don't ever wash the car again." I tried to be compassionate, but mostly I was hiding a smile. Camden informed us he was going on a date with Renya (a girl from his class) at 9:00 on Saturday. Apparently, she asked him to go to Opry Mills mall with her, but he thought Chucky Cheese would be more fun and "at least one adult will go with us, of course." He also informed me on the way to school this morning that way back in K-4, there were actually 2 girls he liked. I'm sorry, when did he turn 16? In about 48 hours time, we've had buckets of rain, 60 degree weather, a tornado, 30 degree weather, snow, lots of wind. Yep, it's January in Tennessee. It's homecomi...
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