I'm trying to get organized because I don't want to leave behind a mess for the girls because there's so much I want to make sure GETS left behind. Gotta pic and choose. Since I'm just leaving a big tote full of stuff of 'me'. Cards for each of their birthdays up to 20 or 25. Then wedding cards, graduation cards. I'm working on a journal of just feelings and what happened each day. My sister will have to dedicate a nice portion of her house to "Rachel Stuff".
I've said it before- and I'll say it again... If you have cancer you should get a personal assistant. Some of the information out there is wrong, and some is just ignorant. No one knows when it's time to see a specialist, so they can' make the right decisions. Plus Someone needs to be the asshole and demand the real answers- the patient shouldn't have to play the bitch role.
That aside- Iris started Kindy for real on Monday. She loves it- all happy faces when she comes home. The only problem... she wants to ride the bus. I wouldn't care except logistically it doesn't jive so she's gonna have to suck it up. She may ride on occasion since I am no longer allowed to drive. Yeahhh. So I have to depend on someone who can go "Right Now". So someone at my beck and call.
Then in 2 weeks- Vera heads to Preschool 2 days a week- 9:30am-1:30pm. I don't know if that makes me feel guilty or feel better that I'm not just shoving the girls off to my mother-in-laws while I sleep.
I really can't get enough sleep. I just can't. But I'm going to start dividing up some REAL times to be with them- quality- and quantity. Mommy guilt is the worst kind. No one is harder on you about your kids than YOU are right? I'm going to try reading this book "The Council Of Dads." And possibly get that rolling. Then there is a thumbprint necklace that I want to get for each them. And I HAVE to get those 2 lullabies recorded for them. Even if it IS just me
My friend, Karen came in for the past weekend to visis just a couple of days. She was here last Thanksgiving if you met her. It was wonderful to see her. She rushed to get the ticket because she's afraid I'm on my way out. Hey- nothing wrong with being honest. I do look like death, but I'm working on it and I'm sure it's hard for people to see me at all. Ick.
Karen waited on me- beck and call. We didn't do much but talk and I'm glad. I'd have rather done that than go out clubbin' or whatever. She hugged me goodbye like it's the last time she would see me. I guess it's possible. I think like that sometimes- but not always. You can swim in that self pity until your fingers get all pruny, it doesn't do any good. Don't get me wrong- I've been known to do that, but something snaps me out of it. I count on it.
For everyone who sent cards and flowers- thank you a million times over. Each act in itself is a pick-me-up. Thank you, Thank you, Thank you.
If you want to know about me and my physical being- I'm still sick and I think I find another cancer nodule on my torso every other day. Some days I'm good to go- and could take on the world- other days I just need to sleep until it isn't possible to sleep anymore, I feel nauseous, can't eat, am sore all over for no reason and so on, and so on. But I think the days are close to even.
And I don't know what to think about the next plan of action. I don't have one. Maybe the ovarian chemo. Rally I'm just waiting on that vaccine to work.
Okay everyone- hug your babies- even if they are sticky.