|My Mother's Day supporters.|
It was mid-cyle chemo for Eli on Friday, which I think was week 18 of treatment. He has had a runny nose and cough, so he is also up some during the night complaining of sleeplessness. He seemed tired last week, and with a runny nose and cough, I kept him home from school on Thursday so that he would go into chemo as good as he could be. His immune system is working kind of hard, probably because of the allergies or cold he is fighting, so his ANC was not high enough to
|Getting ready for chemo. He loves to look at|
the Bruder toy mag and mark what he wants
for Christmas. Oddly, everything is circled.
So, I play the role of the mother in the story of our family. It’s a bit of a challenge for me. It is a departure from my past roles and a part to which my personality does not lend itself. I did not, through my childhood, dream of being a mommy. As a little girl, I did play with baby dolls and had a Baby Tender Love, and others along with the peripherals of diapers, clothing, blankets, a cradle and high chair. I had a couple “toddler” dolls that I really liked. They stood up on their own and had long hair - one blond, one brown. One year, the house of a girl at school burned down. We gave her the brown-haired doll (I could not bear to part with the beautiful yellow-haired doll that I so much wished my dull dark locks would magically change to one night while I slept.) and I can, for some, reason remember my mom preparing it to be complete with clean, crisp clothing, clean shoes, and combed hair. I was so proud to put it in the donation box at
|We tried something different.|
|Thank you to Austin Hyde and his buddies|
at Auburn University for having members of
the football team autograph a football for Eli.
I am continually impressed by young people
and their desire to help others.
|Just the three of us a lot.|