The drugs worked and I slept through most of the night. (codeine is good)
I woke up 2 or 3 times from back pain. It was not so bad that I couldn't go back to sleep. But I don't usually wake up in the middle of the night. (blah)
I remembered to put on the topical anesthetic this morning. (relief; last time I forgot)
Then... off to chemo. (woo hoo)
I met with the doctor and, afterwards, remembered all the things I wanted to discuss. (argh)
I had a great massage (with beautiful classical music in the background) and wonderful company (thanks MG for being my date and driving me home).
There was a mini-crisis around 1:30, when my son called...
BOTH my son and daughter FORGOT their keys!!
I had at least another two hours of chemo. (I finished at 4:00)
I called IS, who so generously went and picked up my kids and brought them to her home.
It was the best kind of favor: Not such a big deal for her, and a TREMENDOUS help to me.
At home, I spent some time with A & MD. We played two games of backgammon. A rolled for me during the first game (I won), then she rolled for MD during the second game (he won). I am taking her to Las Vegas...
I blew off my plans for tonight. I still did not feel so great, and I thought it would be a good idea to stay home with the kids. (Moshe had to work late)
I wanted to go to bed early, but I waited for Y to come home from youth group, so she could talk about "the discussion." (for background, read here)
I am glad I waited. She was not happy about the way it went and was eager to talk.
I did not have any worldly wisdom for her.
But I listened.
Sometimes listening is enough.
Please daven (or send happy, healing thoughts) for RivkA bat Teirtzel.
With love and optimism,
Dear Mr. Surgeon,
55 minutes ago