READ BOOK!

Yesterday morning I was sitting with Truman who was reading a Dora book before we all left for the day. I read somewhere that even though you might think kids his age aren't processing everything going on they really are so you should try and have small conversations about things when appropriate. So I was trying to tell him in 2 year old terms that mommy was going to be sleepy and sore when he got home after school and I wouldn't be able to pick him up and he looked at me, paused for a second and then shouted "READ BOOK!" Leave it to him to keep things in perspective...

So everything went great yesterday. The port is in and I am not in that much pain thanks to some nice drugs. Evidently I woke up in the recovery room and told everyone the Muzak they were playing was horrible (now to be fair it was horrible...I mean all muzak versions of You Light Up My Life, Carnival of Venice, you get the picture) Also our favorite crack up of the day came when the nurse came in and told me I would have to give another urine sample because mine was "stuck". What? Apparently they have a tube system at this hospital (think like a drive-through bank but a little bigger) and just as she sent my sample to the lab the system went down and my pee was stuck somewhere in the hospital tubing system.

So tomorrow I have my echo to make sure my heart is fine and then "chemo school". Then Friday is my first of 8 chemo treatments. I think I am dreading this day most. I know it won't be horrible but to me it feels like the beginning of a ride I am still not sure I want to be on.