Monday morning I awoke from a dream that actually kind of made sense (to me) and I remembered it. I, and 2 others, one a boy, were shimmying across/above a body of water on a big beam to get into a building. I know we did it twice. The first time I didn't have a problem but the second time I faltered a bit and had to steady myself, but I made it just fine! A couple of small pieces of paper I was holding onto fell into the water but I didn't need those.
I am taking it to mean that I will get through this just fine....God is telling me this. It's not the first time He has spoken to me in a dream.
When I say I was tired this past week it's not any ol' ordinary tired.....it's a bone tired, exhausted, used up, can't sleep, foggy, mind boggling kind of tired. It seems to build up as I continue on the dexamethason.....and it accumulates in my body. I can force myself to get up and do some
things, I'm coherent but I don't really remember what I did, it doesn't seem real. One of my friends told me that I didn't look happy....I wasn't, I was drugged. Maybe someone with a chronic disease or who is taking heavy duty drugs understands, I'm sure I am not the only one who has felt or will feel like this. I have one more round of this type of chemo then I move onto the next one.
On the way home from the graduation party our grandson asked me if every time I see him (during the next round) that I would feel sick, I, honestly, told him that I don't know. I am very honest with him and answer all of his questions truthfully. I am sure Kev learned a few things from our discussion. I know one thing for sure, our 9 year old grandson knows a lot more about breast cancer and chemo than most adults. I have always taken him seriously and treated him like an intelligent person and not 'just a kid'.
It's another cloudy, foggy day on the lakeshore......Hmmmm....
Appointments this morning
Making dinner tonight..
It's good to be back to 'normal'.