Misfits

Picture this: I bald women walking her overweight, arthritically stiff dog. Walking beside a women who is in a brace from her wrist up to her shoulder. That was us last night going for our little walks. I am sure we looked like misfits!

My wonderful sister in law took care of Jaxon all day yesterday and still has him today. It has been such a big help and we are so grateful for her assistance.

It has been interesting switching roles with Jen for awhile. She has been taking care of me for 6 months and then last year with my hysterectomy. It has been amusing and also a learning experience.

On the non constructive side of things I have thoroughly enjoyed every minute that I have been able to say "see, I told you so, know you know what I mean about........." Luckily Jen is on drugs so she has mostly found this amusing.

On the constructive side of things I have been enlightened on the role of caregiver and hopefully I will be a better patient, especially when I have my mastectomy.

Jen is doing overall good. She is in pain but she is being a trooper. I am very impressed with her. She has already done her exercises today and we have taken a few short walks since we have been home.

I am doing overall good. I feel good but have mouth sores in my mouth and all over my lips. I am using my medicine but they aren't going away. I feel like my lips have been "Botoxed" I am actually resting more taking care of Jen than I usually do when I have chemo. I feel good enough to get chores and projects done, take care of Jen in between and then I am even finding some "me" time. The moral of the story: In order to take care of myself, I must first find someone else to take care of!?!?!?!