Somedays are hard

Somedays are hard. Somedays are easy.

Maybe I shouldn't even say days.

I should say hours or minutes or even seconds.

Most of the time, I'm good. I'm positive. I'm happy. I'm thankful. Most of the time I have energy. I feel healthy. Most of the time, I'm good.

But then there are times, just minutes of my day, when I get sad. Minutes of my day when I feel sick. Minutes of my day when I worry. There are times when everything is just too much.

I'm lucky. I'm lucky to have an amazing support system. I'm lucky to have an amazing husband that will just let me be sad. He'll let me process everything in my own time. He won't go into "fix it" mode and try and solve everything. That would just make things harder on me. I would instantly shut down and not be able to process.

All of the time, the times when I'm good AND the times when I'm sad, I'm grateful. I'm grateful for this amazing world I get to live in with the medial care and fantastic nurses. I'm grateful for my husband and my beautiful children. I'm grateful for friends and family that want to see me and help me and help my kids. I'm grateful those same friends and family are not offended when I need space or when we/I just don't know what I want/need. I'm grateful and hopeful and loved.

Will update again soon.
Love & Light.
😷😘 michelle

A few pictures from yesterday.

Got to take a shower this morning. Bio hazard hand.

Zach came by this afternoon and we took a walk outside. I
needed the fresh air. It's hard to be cooped up all day.

My dinner. Why does all hospital food look like it's just
microwaved. Seriously? How hard is it to make something
fresh? I'll try not to complain too much more about the food. OK.

It was edible. I almost even finished it. 

My chemo pills. 4 pills, 2 x a day.
So far, only side effect has been a slight headache.

Zach brought me a pillow and family pictures
to brighten up my room. It really helps!