Hi friends... still sitting here letting the chemo do its work. It looks like I will be released this Saturday when the last of the chemo is done. I had an old friend stop by, another cancer survivor, who also happens to be a wonderful crafter and she noted that this Saturday will be January 1st, 2011. It will be a good day to leave the hospital and get home. Its little things like that, that make me smile.
This morning started out kind of rough. I woke up nauseous and with very achy legs (side effects). Meds didn't really help, but vomiting did. Its amazing what expelling will do. Hit noonish and things turned around and today has turned out to be very nice. The boys came to visit for a while as well as lots of friends.
Now for my little anecdote which is related to today's blog title. For some unknown reason, every time I sat on the toilet today I ended up crying. There was some sort of odd Pavlovian response going on... toilet... tears. For me when I sat there, it just seemed like the emotions just welled up. The tears didn't last long and honestly I don't really enjoy sitting on the toilet for any length of time. The funny part was that it occurred regularly throughout the day. Just weird... and in fact, it actually forced me to let go and be done quickly.
Evening is a bit shaky... food has become such an ordeal. It has been difficult to just look at it, let alone eat it. The nutritionists here at the hospital have been so kind and have been working with me to get some better options, but no matter what there is only so much space in my little stomach and it all competes for that same space.
Ok, I'm going to say goodnight for today and I leave you with even more thanks. Everyday, I get messages and friend requests from people who are sending me well wishes and it truly helps me get through each and every day!
Until next time...