6:35am - wake up and feed the cat, make breakfast for the kids
6:45am - wake up kids
7:00am - pack lunches & backpacks for school
7:15am - 7:30am - continuously
7:20am - wake Hubby to take kids to school (he drew the short straw since it was only 13 degrees outside)
7:35am - shower and get ready for the day
8:05am - eat breakfast while waiting for Hubby to shower
8:40am - take Hubby to periodontist for unknown procedure (he doesn't want to know what they are going to do to him)
9:00am - 10:30am - sit and read while waiting for Hubby
10:40am - pay $610, then escort a groggy, grumpy Hubby home
10:45am - make a detour because the aforementioned groggy, grumpy Hubby demanded donuts
11:00am - settle Hubby into his recliner
11:00am - 2:00pm - put away laundry, check Facebook, work on softball league stuff, eat a snack, listen to Hubby talk in his drugged sleep, try to stay warm, read some more
2:15pm - give in to overwhelming fatigue and settle in on the couch for a nap
3:30pm - be awakened rudely from nap by phone alarm
3:50pm - welcome kids home and announce they can get their own snack
4:00pm - 5:00pm - watch Ellen and try to stay warm
5:10pm - head out with J to get some chili for my groggy (but no longer grumpy) Hubby since he can't chew anything solid
5:45pm - eat a totally unhealthy dinner of chicken nuggets and fries
6:00pm - wash dishes and put away more laundry
6:45pm - ride 4.2 miles on the exercise bike
7:05pm - torture myself with post-op stretches and exercises, hating every minute
7:30pm - present time - try to stay warm in between hot flashes, rest on the couch
When someone asks me how I am, when I say "I'm doing good", this kind of day is what I mean. I'm never really good. There are days when hardly anything bothers me. There are days like Saturday when I'm in bed all afternoon and evening. Then there are days like today. Days where I'm so tired by afternoon I can barely see straight. Days where it takes all my energy just to get through the day. Days where I'm able to play Mom and wife - and according to grouchy but no longer groggy Hubby, play pain pill Nazi. Days where I'm able to exercise for twenty minutes without stopping. Days where I'm able to eat what I want, not need any extra medication and keep up with what I needed to do that day. It's all a balancing act and it's never, ever easy. Having cancer is hard.
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