My BFF, Pooh, came up a few days ago, originally, go to chemo with me and to kind of nurse me and give my mom a break. But my docs wanted me to have a few more healing days under my belt before they hit me with my final chemo, so I don't go in until Monday. It's a bittersweet situation. It's been nice to have a few more days to climb out of the chasm of illness I was in, but I also wanted to get the dang thing done. But it was just so much fun to feel well enough to spend quality time with my lifelong friend and catch up and chit-chat and kind of...heal each other. Like best friends do.
We did some stuff - a little bit of eating out, a little bit of movie-watching, a lot of laughing... It was great. It took us like 17 tries to get this selfie to come out kind of okay:
Last night, while we were out to eat, I tried to do a photobomb on a picture of my son, but it looks instead that I'm wanting to take a bite out of him:
Oh, and a little interesting side note - my poor mother has, once again, caught a bug, which, once again, seems to have entered my system. This is another coughing bug. Which I can handle. It's the stomach bug that I cannot do again. It's uncanny - for the last three rounds of chemo, she gets sick right before I go in. And then I go in, my immune system gets killed, and I get her illness, but ten times worse. I'm popping the echinacea and vitamin C like nobody's business, but.... I don't know how much it will help. I told my mom that her immune system is shot, too, if she keeps getting sick every three weeks!!! We have taken every precaution; it's just been...unfortunate. We're unlucky ladies. Wish me luck.