Holy crap. I just realized a few minutes ago I haven't posted here for a week.
A WEEK. That is just insane. A few months back, I hardly missed a day. Sometimes I posted twice a day.
Don't get me wrong. I want to write. I probably should. But I'm exhausted. And when I sit down, the words get stuck. I don't know quite what to say.
I usually rely on funny. I'm not feeling so funny these days.
Most days, I'm up at the crack of dawn, caring for my son, then checking on my mother in law. Her mornings start with a horrible coughing fit, which usually subsides within about ten minutes. The radiation is definitely making it better.
The rest of the day is spent in a flurry of doctor appointments and errands. Cooking high calorie meals and coaxing my mother in law to eat. Charting medications. Sanitizing.
We are intimately acquainted with the cancer treatment facility where she is receiving treatment. I am incredibly impressed with everyone we have come into contact with. Today, I had to bring G along to the radiation appointment, and one of the techs emerged from his office with a foam bat and ball and had an impromptu baseball game in the hallway while my mother in law received her treatment. G was in heaven. Everybody got a belly laugh from his crazy antics. Nothing like a hyperactive child screeching with glee in a cancer treatment facility to lighten the mood!
We are about a week and a half in, and I'm finally catching my breath. We are finding a routine in all this craziness.
I hope to get here more. Hopefully write about something besides cancer. But maybe that's what I need to do right now. Maybe I need to forget funny for a while.