It's day three after treatment and I'm feeling pretty good.  I'm thinking this is very abnormal.  I'll have to talk to my doctor about it on Monday.  Usually the third and fourth days are my worst.  I can't quite figure out why I feel the way I do.  Maybe it's momentary and will vanish soon after writing this post.  I guess nothing about cancer is predictable. 

I had a great treatment day on Thursday.  My prayers were answered and there were people to talk to this time.  Last time was just too depressing.  When I first arrived two funny old guys came in and they talked non-stop about funny things.  I was disappointed that my Benadryl was kicking in...so I slept for most of the time they were there, but they were sure funny while I was awake.  One of them kept talking about how he was a human dart board and he kept flirting with the nurses.  It was really funny!

When I woke up from my long nap I was lucky enough to be sitting near a fun bunch of people.  All were pretty sick, but very funny anyways.  A lady named Betty sat next to me and she was really sweet and her husband Earl was a hoot.  He told us story after story and made us all laugh and laugh.  It was really fun.  Every time he comes with his wife he brings humanitarian aid things to do.  He crochets booties for babies, and sews colorful bell boxes, and crochets afghans for people in need.  He told me that his mom taught him how to crochet.  He said that it was really hard at first, but his mom was patient with him and he finally got it.  He said that he learned a lesson late in life that he wished he would have learned earlier...that doing it again, and again, and again really helps when you're learning new things.  He said to tell my "kids" at school to do it again and again and again and you'll get it.

When I meet people like Betty and Earl I can't help but think that I want to be like them someday.  Don't we all?  Here they are fighting Betty's second battle with cancer and he's sitting beside her helping children and families in far away places, all the while looking over his wife saying how lucky he is to have her, and that he's been the lucky one in their marriage.  My goodness!  Isn't he cute?  I need an Earl in my life.  :)

I also met a cute couple from Brigham City.  She used to be a secretary out at Bunderson and she knows my principal and couldn't say enough complementary things about him.  Anyways, she seemed frail and sick and a little sad, but Earl's energy and funny personality seemed to brighten her day too.  She started talking about her family and all her grandchildren and it was really fun to see her face light up.  She sure loves her family.

I can't remember the name of one of the ladies I sat by, but I remembered her from a previous visit.  She was the lady that teased the male nurse that he'd be sorry if he didn't hurry and unhook her from her meds because she needed to use the bathroom.  She was cute.  As I left she waved good-bye and wished me luck.  She said it to me like we were old and dear friends.  It was a really nice way to end the day.  I felt like I wasn't alone, that I had good friends who were struggling like I am (and in many cases they're struggling a lot more), and overall I felt really lucky to have met such inspiring people.  They keep fighting even when they are weak and frail and I guess I can too.

We came home and guess what was waiting for me?  Yep, another gift from Kamryn.  What a sweet kid.  She brought me a cute Disneyland bag, a Disney key chain, and a peppermint smelling thing that you warm up and put on your sore body.  I haven't warmed it up yet, but I enjoy the peppermint smell.  I hadn't thought of using peppermint to help with the nausea.  Thanks Kamryn and Jess!!!  You sure are sweet!  I don't deserve all this love and attention, but I have to say... what you've done for me really does brighten each chemo day.  Thanks!

I will have to post again later.  I'm thinking I better go lay down.  I hope you are all doing well and are having a great day!