Chemo 11.2

This seems to be another round of chemo where I feel like I am getting off easy. Maybe it's the weather. The sun is shining in a clear blue sky. The kids spent the morning on the trampoline and we just ate lunch on the patio. I think spring is finally here.

Yesterday was my Mom's last day here, and Mathilde and I were both very grateful to have her. The two of us spent a good amount of the day sleeping, me recovering from chemo and Mathilde recovering from her stomach flu. My Mom played with the girls and took care of breakfast, lunch and dinner. I felt bad that her last day was mostly hard labor, but I know she would much rather have had us be sick when she was here to help out.

She is on the plane now, flying back to the States. Although she stuffed a bunch of plastic bags in her carry-on in case she caught the stomach bug, I really believe and hope she escaped here unscathed. But as my Dad said, if the bug hits here while she is on the plane, she'll be someone the other passengers will be telling stories about for years to come. And that's quite a feather to stick in your cap.

As for chemo-boy, I'm doing well. My mouth is starting to get that metal flavor, and I can tell it's time to take another anti-nausea pill. I enjoyed the time in the sun with the girls. I miss my Mom though, its always depressing to say good bye when the distance is so far.