It is times like this

I am very thankful for all that is done for me. For all the meals, from strawberry and pineapple skewer for my kids to mini pizzas that the boys like to do, to casseroles that last for a week, to brownies that don't last so long, to the cleaning crews that come to my house, to the Designed Dinners in my freezer (that I did not put there), to my parents' constant help with the boys. Because sometimes, just sometimes, I feel like quitting, just letting it go, stopping, getting my life back for however long that will be. But then, I stop and think of all the people that do all the things for me and what they would say - "But, you can't." "We are so close." "Please - go - for me." "Come Ang, buck up, you can do this." and I cry, wipe my tears, and go. I off to chemo this afternoon, sick to my stomach already, but know that twenty years from now, I won't remember it. Heck, if they give me enough meds, I won't remember most it on Saturday! THANK YOU. Loves, me