July 31

So I have some Stalkers who send me emails when my blog has not been updated. Granted, these Stalkers often come bearing cookies so they aren't too dangerous, but just in case...I am posting!

Round 4 of chemo sucked. Extra hip pain, lots of stomach queasiness, severe shortness of breath, plus new things like headaches. I am coming out of it now, but that recovery week is becoming more and more dreaded.

On the bright side, have I mentioned my husband is awesome? He makes me a milkshake almost every night - something I can consume with calories - works his arse off every day, and then comes home to take care of both the kids AND me. Truly, for better or worse.

My dad is improving! He gets dialysis three times a week, and they still aren't sure what caused his severe downturn, but I am ever so thankful he is starting to heal. It will be a long road to recovery, and no one really knows how recovered he will be, but I am thankful he is on a healing path.

Thursday my mom and I are flying to Michigan for my cousin's wedding. I am so excited to see that side of my family and celebrate along with my cousin, who chose a brilliant day to get married as it as also our anniversary. We'll have to celebrate our 11(!) years together when I get home.

I have asked for a wheelchair in the airport and recently got a handicapped tag for my car (though I have yet to use it..those spots fill quickly!). The hip pain has become lifestyle changing and I need to talk to Dr. S more - whether he has some ideas or could direct me to a pain management doctor - I need to do something to change this. I can't even play ball with the boys for more than 5 minutes and the older two are at the point they know something is off with that. As always, I am honest with them but it tough for such young ones to understand.

Okay...two kid stories today...

Ky goes to camp all day and comes home exhausted. Last night we had some cousins over late and were all up...except Ky who curled up on the hardwood floor in front of the couch and fell asleep.

Crosby is a water daredevil. Last night my little 22 month old jumped off the diving board and swam to the ladder wearing only his bubble. No grown up help. I am not going to lie, I could barely watch!

Alright, we need a Rory story for balance. Rory loves Legos. He builds the sets, but then he often takes them apart and builds his own little creations. I love this about him. Love it. This is how Legos were meant to be used (in my humble opinion) and I love the enthusiasm he has when showing us his new creations.



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