Cuteness Abides

Here's Little Miss Hayden at her 2nd birthday party a few weeks ago. She looks amazingly similar to how her mom looked when she was a little girl. She's funny like her mom too. This kid cracks me up.

Had a relaxing, peaceful weekend. Napped a bit, just took it easy mostly. Had a bit of an 'it's Saturday night and here I am trapped at home' anxiety attack. There were things going on that I could've been and maybe normally would've been doing....bars to go to, people to see, parties to attend...you know, Saturday night stuff. Who knows if I actually would've done any of those things, but the concept that I couldn't do them was what got to me the most. That terrible, smothering feeling taps straight into the heart of my huge 'loss of freedom/independence caused by things out outside of my control' issue.

Oh, I suppose I could've taken control by being stupid and just putting on my wig and some going-out clothes instead of sporting the sweats/fuzzy head look and hanging out in my garage. But going out to a smoky bar filled with germ-infested people the day after chemo and the weekend before hell week didn't seem like the wisest choice. I got over it quickly enough and was very glad the next day that I opted to do the smart thing for my body.

Back to work today. Back to Dr. tomorrow for pre-chemo bloodwork (which, by the way, I did last week), then back for chemo Wednesday (which, by the way, I also did last week). Oh, and then back for weekly bloodwork Friday. Three times in one week...hoo boy!!!