First, an update on me.
I'm exhausted. This has been a crazy week of running errands, packing, and caring for Mom and Anna. I am also, however, completely and totally amazed at how wonderful people can be.
Last Friday, I put out a little plea. It wasn't anything huge for me, and I really didn't expect to get much feedback. The idea was that, if people wanted to help, I'd tell them how they could help the most. The response was amazing, and I felt so loved. To each of you who responded, THANK YOU! Even if I don't end up accepting your offer, the simple fact that you reached out to me was a huge help. Knowing that I'm not in this alone is a huge help. Tonight, a classmate I haven't really seen in 10 years brought dinner for me and my family. She made sure that it met dietary restrictions, and tried to make it something that would be easy on the stomach while going through chemo. It was so wonderful, I just wanted to cry. Thank you, thank you, thank you!
Mom has good days and she has bad days. The only thing we can really do at this point is take it one day at a time. This was not a great day. She was in a lot of pain. Monday was a great day. Maybe tomorrow will be a good day again.
She had a port implanted yesterday, and she started chemo today. This means that, more often than not, she's just exhausted. We're really hoping that the chemo will take effect, and, even with chemo symptoms, Mom might experience some relief from some of her ailments.
Anna is my little ball of sunshine. She's my source of joy in a sad time. She's coming along nicely too. This week, at least, she seems to be in a fairly good mood. She's sleeping well and eating well, and growing well. The only thing I've really noticed is that, come evening, she's tired and cranky and ready for bed. That's OK, though, because I feel the same way.
Anna loves bath time best of all. She kicks and smiles, and the other night she laughed for the first time. She's enjoying more and longer awake times, and she loves being able to look around and see as much as possible. She makes me laugh, and that's quite a good thing.
Mom's dogs, Kyla and Alex, are adjusting to their new life quite well. They're getting used to not chasing the cats (that's a hard one for them), and they're being quite sweet. Cody and Lollie (my sweet, sweet kids) are being extra snuggly and loveable. Whether that's because they know I'm stressed and need the love, or because they're jealous, or because they're stressed and need some love, I'm not sure. Whatever the reason, I'm loving their attention. I feel bad, because I feel like they're often the ones who end up neglected, but those snuggles each night and morning are just perfect.
Hans is so supportive. I know he's tired and frustrated. I know he wishes we didn't have to worry about all this. Through all of this, though, he's right on board. He's been helping me cook and clean and transport dogs to the kennel. He'll wake up early with me when there's an early-morning doctor's appointment, and he's always happy to take Anna when I just need a break (even if she's screaming). He's just perfect.
Actually, just so you don't get too jealous of my awesome husband, I have to share this story: This morning, he was helping me get out the door so Mom could get to chemo. He poured me a smoothie and sent me on my way. When I got home 8.5 hours later I noticed one thing. He'd left the door to the fridge wide open. Irritated does not even begin go describe my anger. I had to throw out so much food! Oh well! I guess I can forgive him.
So, we're all doing OK, but we're also all preparing for what's to come. Wish us luck.