On Tuesday I started another 21 day cycle of chemo. The infusion went as it did the first time. I feel so sick. Like a really bad flu that won’t go away. My hair is falling out, but not drastically. I’m not going to shave it off like I did the first time. I’m going to wait and see what happens. Maybe it’s just thinning. That was a possibility.
Last night Brooklyn came home from church. I was laying on the couch and she came over to give me a hug and kiss good night. She said “I just really want your cancer to go away.” I said “Thanks hon. I do too.” She said “I want your hair to keep growing. You know, like it used to be?” I said “I do too. That’s what I’m shooting for.” She said “Remember when you were normal and we used to run around and kick the soccer ball? I just want your cancer to go away so you can be a normal mom…no offense.” As she darted down the steps to her room I said “none taken.” Those were the days. God willing I’ll have them again.
The birthday party was fantastic. The twins are three. They had their 3-year check up on Monday and they healthy little buggers.
You can do it Max! Blow!
Samantha in her tutu
The kids and their presents