July 25
Ok ... I'll admit it ... I'm getting a little scared about this chemo thing. If my port is healed enough, I'll be starting it this Thursday, July 28. I wish I could cancel and reschedule for next year. Or when I turn 90. I don't wanna go. i don't wanna go. I DON'T WANNA GO. I guess I'll have to go. Durnit.
Today I tried to do the little things that would make me feel better. I went to my twinnie's house and played with hats. This is the one she picked out for me. She's modeling it here:
Well, at least it caused us to laugh! Laughing is good, you know.
Then I saw my granddaughter, Sophia, and she made me this:
It's another bookmark! She forgot to put her name on the back, so she just wrote it on a piece of paper and glued it down. Very crafty little chickie, huh? Gotta love it.
Later in the day, I decided to give myself a gift from me:
A pedicure! Yeah, baby!!
By the end of the day, I wasn't so scared. And that's the truth.
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