Monday: Feeling crappy during the day, singing in my car at night
Tuesday: Enjoying a "Girls Night Out", completely shot by the time I drive home
Wednesday: Most miserable day ever - after leaving a meeting at the LaGuardia Marriott drove home crying hysterically all the way (thanks for listening, Chris, sorry for melting down on you), in pain physically and emotionally, so exhausted that Warren has to iron my shirts for the next day (yes, he did a great job)
Thursday: Woke up feeling so good I was afraid to even acknowledge it, like "announcer jinx" - you know, when the sports announcer says right before the snap "This quarterback hasn't thrown an interception in the last 15 games", you KNOW what happens next, AND the other team runs it back for a touchdown! And yet, the good feeling has lasted all day long, in fact it has probably been the best day since chemo started.
They warned me there might be "mood changes." I know from experience that I do get the occasional "mood swings." But this is positively bi-polar!
Shout outs this week: my mother-in-law, Carole (everybody pick up stock in Hallmark, she is single-handedly making them profitable this quarter); my yoga instructors Leslie and Sumati (those breathing exercises really work!); Kevin ("you can pick up a Sarah Palin wig cheap"); Patti, Patty and Jackie (Mmmm soy chicken!); Dan the Man (you're a keeper!); and MJ and Lysa (you guys HAD to have been cheerleaders in high school!)
Blessings and Love!
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It's at times like this when I wish life was like an episode of "House". Weird symptoms, but in the end everything is cured with either vitamin C or an antibiotic!
This whole thing really stinks.
Just know these posts are great.. I look every day to see what's new, and it keeps from calling and letting you hear the "puppy dog eyes" voice!
Just know you're in my thoughts..
..and if Warren needs any ironing practice, please give me a call...
TTYL-
Me, a cheerleader...hardly. think glasses, bad hair and nerd alert. But I did marry a guy that irons well. Maybe Anthony and Warren could spend some garage time working on their creases. -mj
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