It's been a day. The day after Tuesday chemo is a doozie. I've mostly been in bed. Sleeping. Reading. I did do a load of laundry, washed it, folded it and put it away. That was my big endeavor. Not quite Pilates, was it?
I know each day will improve a bit. It helps to know this is the last one. But honestly, I feel like crap. A friend came over. I felt badly, I laid in bed because I was nauseous. Then for funzies, I threw up. One sight of the kids dinner and it was over.
To top a perfectly crappy day, I found out my dad had to go to the ER for a blood clot in his leg. That was several hours ago. I'm waiting for him to call. His health isn't great and he has not been feeling well for several weeks. Prayers for him would be appreciated.
Somehow, I'm going to trust the Lord with all of this. What else can I do? I think I'm finally getting it through my thick skull that worrying doesn't do me any good. I'm doing battle against the *what if's*. Because who the heck can grasp the plans of the Lord, right?
Please pray that tomorrow will be a touch better. No barfing would be nice, but grace in the moment if I do. This too shall pass. And then? We'll PARTY!