Day 8 of chemo (yesterday) went well. Minus some initial *digestinal track* issues last night, I think the steroids they gave me have really pumped me full of energy. I'll probably crash in a day or two... but I'm riding this wave.
So, enough about chemo. This morning, because of all my energy, I hopped in the car while the nanny stayed with the boys and I got myself to Target. Oh, the big red bullseye, how I've missed you. I was desperately in need of some pants that fit. I also needed a few other items. Don't you always need a few other items at Target? Not sure how that happens. But it does.
I had a huge taste for a Chik-fil-et sandwich... so I stopped and got one. I know, I know, not the healthiest thing I could have chosen... but it sounded (and tasted) so good.
Then I was off to pick up Olivia at school. I have not done that in weeks. She was so excited. I felt so normal. It was good. Thankful for the simple things in life. Things that 8 weeks ago I was complaining about. Funny how your tune can change so quickly. I guess that is a good thing.
Now I'm on a chemo break for nearly 2 weeks. I'm thankful for that too. I have not had a panic attack in days. I'm really learning to turn things over to God. (And just about as soon as I do I manage to take them back.) Remember, I said I'm LEARNING. Gosh, maybe I am going to be a different, better person as a result of this thing. Who knew?
Praising the Lord one Target run at a time!