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Home again, Home again, Jig-itty Jig …

I made it through another treatment.  And I made it home again.  I actually think I did better this time.  And I did better than most (if not everyone) on my floor.  I kept busy with my artwork and I decorated my room with pictures of my four children and my signs of wisdom.  I decorated my Chemo cart so that I saw joy instead of ugliness.  And I prayed.

How do I feel now that I am home?  Tired.   Weird.  Slightly nauseous.     Glad to be home.   Wishing it was the last time to come home from Chemo.

I am going to hang out in my own bed tonight where nothing has an alarm to wake me if I doze.  I am going to listen to the sounds of my own family puttering around outside my room instead of the nursing staff.   I am going to give myself the permission to be weak and the time to get strong.  And I am going to enjoy the softest bed in the whole world.

I hope you can excuse my short post.

Everything is cool.