Two days post-chemo: tired, but got through the day okay mostly on the couch with my camera, laptop, and beading supplies nearby. My big exertions were Millie's walk Sunday afternoon and a swim this morning. Not much sleep last night, a little unsteady in the gut this morning, but doing okay.
1. Sunday breakfast: while J~ and B~ ate pancakes with bananas, yogurt, and maple syrup, my stomach demanded this: steamed kale and shitake mushrooms with chickpeas, avocado, diced bell pepper, olive oil, garlic, and ground flax. I can't say it hit the spot, but at least it went down easy.
2. During the day Sunday, Millie gets a grooming, love, and a high-five from the men of the house.
3. The walk: cold and windy, but the light was crisp and the sky was blue, and Millie got a surprise reunion with her old pal, Maggie.
3. Last but far from least, a conversation this morning with my stepson:
I came down the stairs from bed, groggy as he was preparing to go out for the school bus. "Good morning!" he chirped, to which I struggled to respond in kind.
"Let's have a hug," I said finally. "We haven't been doing enough of that lately." Mid-hug, I held tighter. "A good one," I added.
After, I told him, "I read that humans need at least four really good hugs a day."
"Well, I'd be happy to give you three more."