Yesterday

 I spent some time on school stuff.  I was making some google slides and I called Adam in to tell me what I was doing wrong.  Story of my life.  He fixed me up though.

I thought, I feel pretty good.  Maybe I don't need to take Tuesday after chemo off after all.

I went to the basement to put a few things in the washing machine and walking back up two flights of stairs almost did me in.  I was completely winded and tired for like two hours after that. (Last week I wouldn't have noticed the climb.)

Maybe I do need to take Tuesday after chemo off after all.

Adam drove me to my appointment to get IV fluids.  He said, "I'm sorry I'm so distracted with work stuff."

I said, "I don't know how well you do your job.  I don't know how well you are doing as a bishop, not really.  I do know how well you're doing as a husband, so stop apologizing."

The man has nothing to apologize for.  He is stretched thinner than he has ever been and from where I sit, he is doing great.

Emma and Mark cajoled and begged their brother for baby pictures.  He obliged and that little one has our hearts.  Braeden also said when YP cries, QE says, "Don't worry, baby.  I'm here."

Adam had a meeting, so Mark and I met up for lunch at JCWs after my IV.  Once the nausea wears off, beef is really what my body wants.  We talked about the scriptures and his video game and the book I'm reading and his classes and some work stuff for me.  Just a basic lunch on a Tuesday with your young adult son.  

The other night, Adam and I were talking about how surreal it still feels that I have cancer.  It feels like someone else's life, but here we are.  

At the same time, it isn't a terrible life.  We are pulling together and doing the things.