Sunday, March 9, 2014


Everything is heavy.  My bones are heavy.  My head is heavy.  My guts are heavy.  Even my eyelids are heavy.  When they close my eyeballs typewrite messages to myself across them.  "Don't forget to flush your PICC line."  "Fill out your timesheet."  "Drink more water to flush these steroids out of here so that you can get some sleep."

My brother is here.  He was my "offensive coordinator" (OC) for most of my hard chemotherapy sessions the last time we went through this.  I am so grateful that he returned to do it again.  He is currently working his tail off, trying to get my ladies in bed despite the time change.  Gotta love the OC. 

He took me on a walk today.  I made it all the way around one block.  I was proud.  I couldn't believe how much snow had melted since yesterday. 

I had to ask Ian and the OC how long I will be this way.  I just don't remember the details from last time.  They think that I'll hit the low point on Tuesday, then start turning back around.  Wow.  I'm halfway to the low point.  Okay.  We've got this.  Five more times.

Time to turn in again.  Not that I ever really got up.  What day is it again? 


  1. You are so right, you have got this. You know how in Yoga how we grow our energy and send it out to those around us. I will forever more send it directly to you. If you ever feel like going to Yoga I can be your wheels. Even if it's come late, leave early I will be there for you. For now you rest, grow energy. Take care - Ginny

  2. Never underestimate the power of a good OC, or so says my OC husband.

    Here's to celebrating the little things: trips around the block and spring is coming. Soon, you'll be walking around in the sunshine and that makes everything better.

    Love you.

  3. Love you Beak. Kisses and Hugs from Ankeny to Ames

  4. You are doing awesome HK. Glad your OC is here for you and God Bless anyone capable of explaining daylight savings time to a 4 and a 6 year old. xoxoxo

  5. Chuck Norris, in an extended celebration of his birthday yesterday, is coming to kick cancer out of your a$$. Chuck Norris doesn't play "hide-and-seek." He plays "hide-and-pray-I-don't-find-you." Chuck Norris is the reason Waldo is hiding. You get the idea....

  6. One down. Way to go.
    Think the kids can handle a sleepover? My girls want play dates!!!