How am I feeling?
I am feeling weebly, wobbley, woozy, and wugged, in the spirit of Dr. Seuss. Trying to label my feelings, my twinges, my aches: they just sound like whining rather than reporting or sharing. And, I’m not whiney (believe me, I have two young children, I know what whining sounds like.) So, I borrow from Seuss and his whimsy. I am looking after myself to the best of my abilities, and leaning on God to take care of the rest.
Chemo and I, we are on the same team; I won’t complain about my teammate. I feel thankful that chemo is ravaging the cancer cells. Bwahaha cancer! We’re going to get you!
Maren came in this morning while I was thick with sleep saying something about an english muffin for me. I wish I had been able to to tune in for that conversation. She, lover of Pop Tarts and donuts, does not understand why an all-powerful grown-up would choose to eat anything besides junk food. We talk about it most mornings and how we need to eat healthy things so that we can have strong minds and strong muscles. So, she was speaking my language this morning: coming to offer me what she thought I would want, rather than what she would want. I smile now, realizing how tender and sweet my little love is. Our daily conversations and shared moments, they matter. My job is to keep making those moments happen. That, my friends, sounds do-able.
My little family is out running errands; my plan is to get ready for the rest of this day, maybe squeeze in one more nap, and to be primed for snuggles and giggles and moments that matter when they return. It sounds like a pretty great Sunday to me.