I'm thinking that I really AM done this time.
My nurses held a little party for me during my treatment on Friday, and that didn't happen the last time, so....
Yeah.
It was so sweet. They got me a cake and little brownie bites (the brownie bites were gifted back to them, we could not take all of that home!).
And they said "we love all of our patients, but some of you, we love a little bit more. You're one of the ones we love a little bit more. You're a rock star."
It was very sweet of them.
The ice chips did work wonders after the previous treatment, so I did it again. Hoping for continued success on my last time recovering from chemo.
Count down to scan day. Breathing. Breathing.
Dave and I demolished and re built the side shed yesterday. I channeled my steroid rage into the demo part, and it was VERY satisfying.
My muscles are sore, but it was SO worth it. I kicked and hammered and pounded, and I channeled not only the 'roid rage into it, but also 15 months' worth of anguish.
It was very therapeutic, and the shed looks great!
Of course, he did the bulk of the really hard work (hammering the new siding up), but I helped as best I could with fitting the pieces into place, and helping him with the power saw.
When I wasn't helping, I was pulling weeds, vacuuming, cleaning the bathroom, and doing other yard work.
Yeah, I guess I am a rock star. Chemo on Friday, and all of that on Saturday.
Our tax refund paid for the lumber, and is going to pay for getting the shed and the house painted. It will be SO nice.
We are also getting another length of car port installed, and the fence moved up, so that both of our cars can be protected from hail.
HUGE upgrades to how our home looks and works!!
Today, I am going to do more low key stuff, like cooking, entering receipts into the check book (I know, I'm old school), and maybe some coloring.
Dave will go down and see his dad, pick up food containers (if Pop has eaten any of the food I have been making for him), and some paperwork.
Should be a good Sunday.
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