June 29, 2021
I can officially never again eat an Italian ice.
You know the ones that you get at baseball games - lemon, strawberry - you name it. They’re usually delicious on a hot summer day, exactly what you need to quench your thirst.
But not for me, not anymore anyway. I was trying to use them the last 2 rounds of chemotherapy to keep my mouth iced down during the Adriamycin infusion and now just the thought of them makes me feel sick.
*Womp, womp*
Chemo went fine, it seemed to go pretty quickly today, but I was dog-tired as soon as I got home. I had to crawl in bed and sleep to restore as much energy as I could for when Macy got home from school.
My friend Melinda told me at the beginning of this journey that during treatment, we have to rely on others. We have to do as little as possible, do everything that we can to save energy for the things that only we can do.
Anyone can clean the house, make dinner, fold laundry - but only momma can do bath time, hold her baby for story time before bed, sing “You Are My Sunshine” and say prayers together.
So I will keep doing everything I can to be present for those moments that only I can do, I live for those moments with my baby girl.
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