Yesterday we had meetings at school and it is hard to sit in a chair all day.
On the other hand, I felt sick and had a lot of fatigue and sitting in a chair was probably preferable.
I went home and slept for about 45 minutes and then poked around, unpacking and going through the mail and generally trying to get things in hand.
We had YEN.
I didn't and also did want to go.
I really wanted to just climb under the covers and stay there indefinitely. On the other hand, my friends matter to me. YEN matters to me. And Adam wanted to go and he matters to me.
Courage was mustered and I went. It was a murder mystery party and I kind of hate murder mystery parties, but good news! I had to only be an observer. Some advantages to having cancer! Also, it was kind of delightful that everyone had to pull out reading glasses or share reading glasses to read their parts.
We're getting older all the time.
Adam and I left early because I was not feeling great. We came home and suffered through the end of the Mariners game. Poor Adam. He gets disappointed every year. But also every year he gets hopeful and I love that about him.
My heart is heavy and feels tender, mostly thinking about extended family grief. Remember thy suffering saints, O our God. I am also sick and tired of being sick and tired.
Last night all the lymphoma symptoms came over to play. I had a terrible stomach ache and night sweats and awful foot cramps. I had a hard time sleeping and that amped up my anxiety.
I am a lot of fun.
I feel at once very cognizant of suffering and all the negative side effects of mortality and a soaring gratitude for the plan of salvation and the love of my Heavenly Father and Jesus Christ.
Very often the Come Follow Me reading for the week is exactly suited to my needs..
Peace be unto thy soul; thine adversity and thine afflictions shall be but a small moment.
Know thou...that all these things shall give thee experience, and shall be for thy good.
Hold on thy way.
And I read this:
Thy friends do stand by thee.
This was my text exchange with Stephanie about YEN. We were supposed to text with what we were bringing for the meal.
My friends stand by me and fill me every day with a deep desire to be a better friend.
2 comments:
You're doing great, Thelma. I love you.
Sometimes you bring the turkey and sometimes you bring the grapes. Most importantly you brought yourself. Hang in there.
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