Ready for Round 3; Giraffe not so lucky

What a great weekend!!! I felt so good, I told Scott I think I feel better than I have in a year. I wonder if maybe I haven't felt good for a long time. I know I haven't been myself for quite some time. I am looking back, wondering how long I had cancer. I wish I knew the day the first cell popped out. I wonder what I was doing at that moment. I would never in a million years be the person who says I'm glad I got cancer. But I will say I am a much better mom lately. I want to spend every moment with the girls and we have been having so much fun lately. This weekend was such a fantastic time with them. We played and danced and just hung out together. Emily is having really bad separation anxiety. She has to be in the same room with me, she doesn't want me to leave her. She has had a really rough week.
On a lighter note, "Bust your bubble" has now moved to a variety of contexts. Tonight, I took Emily to the store and we're standing in the orange juice aisle, she says Mommy I hate to bust your bubble but I don't like pulp". Some lady was cracking up. Emily took a stuffed giraffe, Jeffrey, to Walmart with us. Jeffrey was acting up really bad, not a big deal, she was trying to control him. She was wound up. We get to the meat dept, she says Mom, we're having giraffe meat tonight. So then we're standing at the checkout, all of a sudden I look down and Emily is in the floor doing CPR on Jeffrey! I am not kidding. You've not seen anything until you've seen chest compressions performed on a giraffe. Sadly, according to Emily, Jeffrey died right there in Walmart.

So tomorrow (Monday) is Round 3. This is my first chemo without my Mom. She went home last weekend. Scott's parents are taking me. I'm taking my prayer shawl with me for 2 reasons. First, I hope it brings me blessings. Also, it is so cold in the chemo room, you could hang meat in there. Maybe I'll take Jeffrey...
Keep in touch,
Michele;