This round has been rough. Most people don’t see that side of my life. My mornings during my treatment weeks are usually quite chipper. I actually feel like doing something. I am thankful for the cool media stuff I have the honor of being a part of… all of which happen in the mornings.
But after getting unplugged yesterday, I hit rock bottom. While I didn’t puke, I have literally been fighting nausea everyday for the last 2 weeks. Thank God for modern medicine. It keeps it at bay, as long as I stay on top of things.
I finally laid down around 2 p.m. yesterday, and by 4 p.m. I was out cold. My People Puddle Futon was perfect. People came and went yesterday to visit, and they understood that I wasn’t up for chatting. But knowing people were here to look after me helped me to sleep well.
15 hours of good sleep. Seriously.
People Puddle, keep doing your thing. I am thankful for you, the place I can sleep and still feel the presence of people who are loving me and looking after me. And when my kids are with me next week, I can snuggle with them under my Mexican Blanket, knowing that all of the memories I make while laying on you are actually blessings. Even the recovery from chemo stuff.