it's been a LONG day. It's been a long week. Actually, it's been a LONG month.
I'm tired. I am so tired that I want to scream and cry.
Not cry because I'm sad. Cry because I'm tired.
I'm done feeling guilty about having help with things. If you offer to help I assume that you really want to.
I appreciate you all. I appreciate all of your help. You have made my life so much easier.
I know that God has blessed me so much through you all. I hope that at some time I can bless you as well.
For now I'm done pretending that everything is ok. Just because I'm not sick and vomiting
doesn't mean that I'm ok. So far, this chemo thing is like being in the first trimester
of pregnancy... except it will continue... for five months. First trimester means nausea,
it means falling down in exaustion. It means wanting to cry and scream and yell because I'm so tired.
Yes, the nausea passed, but the feeling of being completely to tired has not.
So, there is my honesty for the day. You may not have asked for it, but you got it. I'm tired.
I'm ok asking for help. I'm ok accepting help. Because without your help I would not have made
it this far and without your continued help I will not make it through this. WE won't make it
I realize that many many many (or most) of you have not received thank you cards. I promise that I appreciate EVERYTHING. I PROMISE. Eventually I will get to writing them, eventually I will have time and energy to do it, but for now, please know that I appreciate your thoughts, prayers, gifts, dinner, time, energy more than you could ever know or understand!