This week is brought to you by the letter 'P' and alliteration!!! Yesterday we had Punkins!! (and pathology). Yep, there's a story here ~
I am so blessed to have the most amazing dear ones! Scattered in so many places, whose lives have intermingled with mine in all sorts of ways. Dear ones who have interrupted their busy lives in order to share their support, help me think through my options, and bring me laughs DAILY since the crazy that descended 55 days ago!!!! Today was no different with sweet texts, emails, face book messages, blog comments, and lovely cards via snail mail!!! After being up from 0230 to 0430 this morning with stomach cramps and diarrhea, shared smiles and laughter is a lovely gift indeed!
One special dear one - another B in my life, no less!!! - when sharing some of her husband's experiences today, revealed that she had taken to calling him "Porky" despite his slender build! Interestingly, since being home from the hospital, B has taken to calling me his little "Puffalump"! My friend B found that quite funny and developed the title for today! Small things? Yes. But good cheer often comes in simple, mutual moments that are meaningful to the peeps involved.
Despite the stomach issues in the early am and some nausea during the day, my energy seemed better today. I scored 0.9 miles in my 10 minute elliptical workout, did my 50 crunches and 20 push-ups without too much trouble. Maybe I should up my efforts. I'll have to speak with my coach about that!
I've been able to work on a few sewing projects over the past few days. I finished a little top for Rosie that I'll share soon. I also tackled this baby blanket!!! Ruffled flannel???? What was I thinking???? I almost got her done, though. Hopefully, tomorrow.
Fun fact shared in the effort to keep things real: Taking poison with your own hand is very weird and off putting. I never took the oral BRAF inhibitors, drugs with the potential for significant side effects, for my melanoma. So this is my first experience in this vein. I know of no others who have mentioned such a feeling. Perhaps because I am taking drugs that make me feel bad and simultaneously have no real data supporting their ability to do me any good colors my perspective. Who knows?
|....there is beauty still.|