Life is still good for this blogger. On the 27th of February I will have my three month cancer check-up. I don't know what it will entail, but I am nervous. It's not an unbearable kind of nervousness though. I'm finding that as the date approaches I can't sleep at night and when I fall asleep I have bad dreams. It's always about breast cancer which scares me. I am not saying that I think I have it. It's just the thought of cancer returning visits me in my nightmares.
Mom and dad are doing well. Mom stays home because she is temporarily home bound. We all watch musicals and appreciate the time we have to just be together. Dad longs to go places though. I think the stir-crazy cooped up feeling is hard, but they don't complain really. Dad seems to be improving more all the time! It's hard to describe the ways in which he has changed or progressed. All I can say is, it just feels like it! I am so happy he is doing well! We all are.
Mom and dad mostly take care of themselves now. I feed them my strange, not so wonderful creations from time to time though, and they are gracious and appreciative about any of my cooking creations. We had a small leak/flood in our kitchen on Sunday and that was crazy! I finally know how to turn the water heater and main water valve off. Now someone needs to teach me how to turn the power off, and any other emergency related stuff I need know. The leak is fixed and we are just waiting on the concrete to dry and then they'll fix the missing tile. Who knew that such a small hole could generate so much water and excitement!
School is going great as usual. We are learning about continents, oceans, and maps right now. The kids are in love with the equator. Every time I mention it, the classroom fills with a kind of palatable excitement. The kids are extremely loving to me. They cheered for me when my hair began to grow in and they continue to cheer me on as it grows in more and more.
My hair is very short. I pray for the day when it will not look like an Afro. It likes to stick up in the funniest of places. I remind myself often that it will get longer and that the short hair is a symbol of life and of living....so I can love my hair as I remember that I am grateful to be alive, even if it does look a little funny. The kids at school seem genuinely intrigued and happy about my hair. The first day I went hatless, because I wore a hat when it looked like stubble, and because I needed a hat on cold wintry days. Well, a kid from another class came up to me and asked me where my hair went and he was genuinely baffled. Ha, ha! I laughed so hard! Every one of my students practically, came running off the bus, to give me a hug and said something nice thing about my growing hair. I think HE knew that I needed some extra support and love that day.
Life is good for me. I think it will be ten times better after my check-up is over though. I'm hoping I can still say that I am in remission when it is over with.
The other day I went in to my doctor's office to get my port cleaned. I saw a lady I'd met and talked with before. I think she was the first woman I met in the waiting room on my first visit. She was receiving treatment and we sat and had such a nice conversation while I waited for my turn. She told me that she'll receive chemo treatments for the rest of her life. It hit me over the head of how lucky I am to be well right now. I felt such a pain of sadness for her and for the other patients in the room. Here I was feeling happy and as I looked around the room, I saw a lot of sadness. I have so much to be thankful for! I also have a lot of prayers to say for the sick and afflicted. With that thought I am off to bed to say my prayers. I hope you will pray for them too.
