12 Treatments; 16 days

Hey - I am the same - always in pain and chanting to myself how many more days/treatments to go. I was feeling sorry for myself yesterday and I then a woman the the waiting room said, "You look so healthy - you look amazing." We started chatting and then everyone in the waiting room was chatting and I learned that the man to my right had stomach cancer. I said, "Wow, I haven't met someone with stomach cancer." He replied, "That is because they are all dead." I looked at him and we both started laughing. Only people with terminal "anything" can do that......I am still laughing......he was cool. On another note, Sunday was Mason's 3rd birthday. We did a bowling party since there were 12 adults and only 5 and a half (Nolan) kids. It was a good time and I won!!!! In fact, I pretty much spanked everyone at bowling. Secretly, that is why I wanted a bowling party. I am a bowling master at heart. Mason had a great time and that is really all that mattered. Here is a good story....Mason really wanted to be five (like his cousin). So, he just started saying he was five and showing all five fingers. I was a little concerned with this and said to him, "Mason you are three. You can't change it. It is not one of those things you can change." He looked straight at me holding up five fingers and said, "Mommy, look at my fingers. I am five!" "Okie dokie, you're five." No worries. He changed his tune by the party. Hang in there - I am trying to! Love, Ang