Yesterday before the kids went with Wendy, we took them for their pictures. The boys did great despite the fact that Ryan decided to have an EXPLOSIVE diaper on the way there. This incident went to show how different I have become from a month ago. A month ago, I would have panicked and felt like the pictures were ruined because of this. Not yesterday, I just rolled with it. He stunk so bad and his jeans belonged in the garbage after what happened, but we got through the pictures with huge smiles and laughter and even though we all knew he needed a bath! Just memories, we will always now remember Ryan pooped his pants before those pictures and stunk so bad! That is all!
I have felt pretty good since last treatment. I have noticed my bad days are not Sunday and Monday after chemo like they warned me about. Mine have proven to be Monday and Tuesday. Those days I'm more tired, weak and maybe impatient? Don, Whitney or Justin do you want to chime in here? I can tell the more treatment I have, the harder it has been to bounce back to "Amber". I was thinking about this the other day and it brought me to tears (it doesn't take a lot), but I thought of older individuals going through chemo. I'm 33 and it takes me literally almost a full week to be back to where I should be. How in the hell does an older individual "bounce back"? I try to use my age to keep me strong and to keep up the good fight, but lets face it, I don't feel like a 33 year old anymore.