We are celebrating our six month anniversary today. Celebrating is a strong word but we are thankful that this time has flown by. We are sitting in CMH right now watching Harry Potter and doing some coloring books. The life of a cancer patient.
I am grateful to be in a routine. Our days are scheduled and we have obligations to this disease. We have a few hiccups every now and then but we deal with it with calm heads. We know our medicine now and we know the expected results of the meds. Kaylee and Tammie know when we feel low on blood or platelets. I say we, but it's Kay's body, blood, and battle. Our knowledge has increased since the beginning of this. I'm pleased.
When we are here, there are other places I wish we were. But wishing doesn't change the situation, so I have to say that I wouldn't be anywhere else but by my daughters side during these times. When I'm here I have no where else I have to be. I might schedule a meeting or I might have to be here or there but I really don't. I am so content being here. You could place me in a tropical setting, give me a fancy car with a convertible top, or some casino chips and it wouldn't be enough to take my mind off a beautiful little girl stationed on 4-H. My stomach aches at times, but if Kaylee has to be here then I'm going to be here. If I'm not here then I'm going to be home with Bubba, taking care of him, our home and our pets.
I have been writing this blog for hours. I started it at 4:00 PM and it is 10:42 PM. Today was a good day. Kaylee wanted KFC this evening so I called a Taxi for a ride. Tammie had the car because she went home to freshen up and to do some laundry. Since Kaylee wanted food, and KFC was her selection, I chartered a Taxi with money in hand and picked up some chicken, potato's, and mac n cheese. I love to her the word "food" out of her mouth when we've had chemo. She is doing so good. We haven't been as sick as the times before. Kaylee is doing everything to be home for Christmas. I love her.
When I jumped in the Taxi I felt so proud heading to KFC. It was like I was a hunter going out for the evenings provisions. I didn't care how I got there, I was getting there. To be able to provide is empowering. Is that my $3.00 word? Empowering. I feel like I have the ability to equip this child with the things she needs. At least the things that are in my control or grasp. I can guarantee Kaylee's security, to a certain point. The part's I can't control are left in God's hands. Tonight he has her cuddled and comfortable. He is making Kay's stay OK.
I am grateful to be in a routine. Our days are scheduled and we have obligations to this disease. We have a few hiccups every now and then but we deal with it with calm heads. We know our medicine now and we know the expected results of the meds. Kaylee and Tammie know when we feel low on blood or platelets. I say we, but it's Kay's body, blood, and battle. Our knowledge has increased since the beginning of this. I'm pleased.
When we are here, there are other places I wish we were. But wishing doesn't change the situation, so I have to say that I wouldn't be anywhere else but by my daughters side during these times. When I'm here I have no where else I have to be. I might schedule a meeting or I might have to be here or there but I really don't. I am so content being here. You could place me in a tropical setting, give me a fancy car with a convertible top, or some casino chips and it wouldn't be enough to take my mind off a beautiful little girl stationed on 4-H. My stomach aches at times, but if Kaylee has to be here then I'm going to be here. If I'm not here then I'm going to be home with Bubba, taking care of him, our home and our pets.
I have been writing this blog for hours. I started it at 4:00 PM and it is 10:42 PM. Today was a good day. Kaylee wanted KFC this evening so I called a Taxi for a ride. Tammie had the car because she went home to freshen up and to do some laundry. Since Kaylee wanted food, and KFC was her selection, I chartered a Taxi with money in hand and picked up some chicken, potato's, and mac n cheese. I love to her the word "food" out of her mouth when we've had chemo. She is doing so good. We haven't been as sick as the times before. Kaylee is doing everything to be home for Christmas. I love her.
When I jumped in the Taxi I felt so proud heading to KFC. It was like I was a hunter going out for the evenings provisions. I didn't care how I got there, I was getting there. To be able to provide is empowering. Is that my $3.00 word? Empowering. I feel like I have the ability to equip this child with the things she needs. At least the things that are in my control or grasp. I can guarantee Kaylee's security, to a certain point. The part's I can't control are left in God's hands. Tonight he has her cuddled and comfortable. He is making Kay's stay OK.
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