It Gets Better

My chemo cycle is 28 days. After 4 cycles since July, I'm starting to see a pattern. I seriously struggle days 5-10ish. That's far enough into the cycle to be really tired of feeling sick; far enough into it that it feels like I'm not going to come out of it. To be so tired. To avoid phone calls and email. To feel like the days and nights are running together, and I can't seem to remember anything that's happened. I forget that I will feel better.

But along comes day 11 or 12, and I wake up feeling like a completely different person. This cycle it was Sunday that I finally woke up and felt like myself. We went to church, spent some time with old friends. Visited over lunch. I could feel myself coming alive again. Why is it so hard to remember each month that "this too shall pass?"

This morning I uploaded pictures from the last 2 weeks and remembered it wasn't all bad.

And next month? I'm going to remember that it gets better.

The kids are very interested/scared to death of all the spider webs. This one was really cool with the morning dew hanging off it.

Playing a little football.

Camden making it all the way across the monkey bars is a big deal. He is 9 and has avoided the monkey bars at all costs until recently. Overcoming your fears is no small feat.

Even Brian took a turn. Notice there is no picture of me taking a turn.

Silly faces. Too bad I didn't actually take advantage of this light because it was kind of perfect!

Camden has been SO patient helping Rory with her birthday lego set. I spent about an hour and a half the first day, but he's taken over ever since. He LOVES Legos and as long as he can be patient, I am more than happy to let him be in charge. Well, as long as she is happy for him to be the helper anyway. (What in the world was I thinking buying her a 220+ Lego set?)