As pretty as...

Well, I must be doing okay, I was able to work almost a full day today! I never thought I would say that I miss working- but I really do. Wednesday when my father-in-law drove me to OptionCare to get my pump unhooked, we drove near the office where I am a part time medical consultant (it's my side job). I almost cried b/c I wanted to be there, working like a normal day. I have been full of highs and lows lately. Emily always cheers me up though. She comes into my bed and asks if I have all my supplies, which includes heating pad (for my hands), kleenex (for the constant runny nose I get from chemo), pig pillow (for propping my arm on, I borrowed it from Emily), cell phone (just in case), water, etc. Poor Scott, there's not much room left in the bed for him!
Everyone keeps saying "you look good". I'm not sure why everyone says that. Emily paid me the highest compliment this week. She said in her sincerest voice (if you know Emily, you know that voice), "Mommy, you are as pretty as a 3-tailed donkey!" Wow, I feel much better now that I know I look like a donkey.

I am actually home alone tonight! The girls are spending the night with the Messmers (thank you Twylia). Scott and I thought we would have some time alone (actually we were looking forward to going to bed early) but as fate would have it, Scott had to go to the funeral home. His great uncle, who was very old, passed away. I declared that I was not stepping foot in a funeral home. I have had a lot of morbid thoughts lately, and I didn't feel like I could go. So, I am enjoying peace and quiet. I do miss the girls though. Megan and I have been having some real girl talk lately. She is growing up so fast, in ways I didn't imagine would happen yet. Already a first crush! I swear I won't mention "his" name but I can tell you what we call the sickness, "brain PAULSY". Sorry, Megan- I couldn't resist telling about your new diagnosis.

Twylia told me some really funny stories about my hallucinations on Monday. Apparently I was REALLY out of it. Between the pig pictures I saw on the wall and my phantom magazine that disappeared, I think I really owe her for all she put up with. I don't know how she managed to get me home. Scott said I was so out of it, he would occasionally come in the bedroom and poke me to make sure I was still alive.

Thanks again for all the prayers! And the meals! A special thanks goes out to the Haertlings- Amy, you outdid yourself! Thanks so much!

Love,
Michele;