This morning I was thinking of something I wrote years ago describing what it was like to be a single mother of two. After a little digging, I was able to get a copy of it. It was posted on my MySpace blog eleven years ago on June 10, 2008. That would have made Rachel 9 and Megan 14. Even as hectic as life was back then… I kind of miss it. Here’s to my daughters for changing my life in the most fantastic, transformative awesomely unimaginable ways!!
Today is chemo infusion day. It’s been 17 weeks since my first treatment. It seems so long ago. That was in the beginning of October and we’ve had Halloween, a Zumbathon, my daughter Megan’s 25th birthday, Thanksgiving, Christmas, and my daughter Rachel’s 20th birthday. My symptoms and side effects haven’t gotten much better, but rather, more familiar. That’s an odd thing to contemplate, considering conceptionally (is that a word? did I spell it right?) no one ever wants feeling bad to be familiar, but I think it makes getting through it a little easier.
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