Well, that took a long time!

Well, things are finally on the mend. From what my oncologist and I could figure out, I contracted the flu when my chemo was at its worst, so my poor body didn't know what to do. I struggled all week and then by Saturday I was in bed all day. Sunday and Monday were the same. Tuesday, I made it downstairs and ate a little, but I still couldn't lift Nolan. Wednesday, Grant had to go back to work, but with the help of Karissa, my Mom and my Dad, I was slowly moving in the right direction and got caught up on household chores. Today, the boys and I are lying low, but having fun. I still tire easily, but I am able to care for the boys. Keep in mind, they are still in the PJs and the house is destroyed with toys, but they are happy, changed, and fed, so the necessities are taken care of and that is all that matters. It was funny when I talked to my oncologist because I said, "So, I am not septic (sp) and going to die?" Remember him.....he replied, "Highly unlikely that you will die this week." He sure can take the wind out of my dramatic moment. I FELT like dying. He then told me what to do and told me that I would be better in a couple days. I thought, "No way...I feel way too bad for that...." but, I did......which ticked me off a little - he is always right.....maybe he is God??? Probably not - God would not be so patient with me. He would be like, "Look, I have other things to get to, so are we done????? Clearly, you are going to be FINE." Take care and wash your hands!!! Love, Ang