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Have you ever been so tired that you fall asleep in mid sentence?  I just did that to my kids.

The three of them came running into my bedroom where I have been lying on my bed watching TV one moment and sleeping the next.  There had been some major “to-do” between the boy and at least one of the girls.  The oldest girl made it to the room first.  “Robbie punched Jaymi in the stomach hard like this.”  Evidently she is just a witness.

“I DIDN’T I DIDN’T TOUCH HER I DIDN’T MEAN TO”

I couldn’t even hear the boy. He was screaming so loud.  “Robert, go to your room and shut the door.”  I have no idea who did what, but I wasn’t going to listen to that anymore.

Then the middle one calmly states that she may have hit the boy slightly but he kicked her first and his kick was much harder than the hit.  (I am sure the older one said the boy punched the girl in the stomach . . .)

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“Mom.  MOM?”

“What?”
“You fell asleep.”
“I did?”
“Yah, we were waiting here to see what you where going to say.  And then you were asleep.”
“Well . . . Why are you bothering me with this then?”

They ran off.  I really only sleep for a few seconds at a time. And then I wake up and continue what I was doing.

I think this might be why I can’t drive. Haha hahah

If you have been wondering where I have been the past few days, now you know.  I was asleep.

Except for yesterday. Anita drove me up to the Moffitt yesterday.  I had to have lab work done and then see Dr.W.  It was “Make the Plan for the Next Chemo” day.

I had my blood work done first.  It didn’t take long.  We had some time between appointments and stopped off at the Arts in Medicine studio.  It was the first time that I saw someone in there and I just wanted to see what going on.  There were a couple other patients and a couple Art Therapists.  They were painting on silk.

“It is a community project.  Would you like to add your mark?”

Anita and I are both artsy-craftsy.  We were drawn in by the colors blending across the fabric.  The silk was stretched over a hoop and special dyes and paints are used that bleed into the fabric.  Colors blend together.  It’s beautiful.   And the whole program is fantastic.  There was soft Asian music playing in the background.  Moffitt Cancer Center treats the whole person not just the tumors.  It is truly a fantastic place.

We picked up a brush and added our “inner feelings” to the project.  I found out that while I am in the hospital, I can join another open studio or even have an art therapist come to my room.  Huhh.  How about that?

I would have rather stay there for hours.  But I still had to get “The Plan” from Dr W.  When I did get the plan it didn’t surprise me.  Same drugs, only 50% on the Ifosfamide and add in the “blue juice” for sanity.  This is what he proposed last time I saw him.

I have had less pain this week.  Dr W seemed to be encourage by that.  There is nothing to do for being tired.  That is par for the course. I lost my hair.  That is normal.   I have my appetite back.  Normal again.  Nothing is stopping me from getting back on the bag.

The chemo bag.
Great.
great.

I have a new plan of my own.  I have been making a list of things I am going to do different next time.   I’ll share that with you tomorrow. (If I’m awake. lol) Chemo starts on Wednesday, December 12th.   They will call me when a bed is available.

I have five more days and then I start over.  This time will be different.

Dear Lord, make this one different.

Tired again.  I’ll get back to you soon.

Love to you and yours,
teresa