Sunday, January 19

A relaxing day at home. Andrew and I took Farrah on a snowy walk to the library so I could pick up a book. I did laundry, put dinner in the slow cooker, and bought a new crochet pattern on Etsy. At lunchtime, the girls and I began a Lost marathon (I crocheted while watching). We paused for a while in the late afternoon, had dinner, and then resumed. We have one more episode of season one. 

Andrew leaves tomorrow for a work trip--his first since the ill-fated trip to Peru he was on when I got my diagnosis. He's going to time his trips for the third week of my chemo cycles, when we're hoping I consistently feel good. Right now I feel great. Wednesday will complete week two of this three-week cycle. I'm actually feeling a little impatient to get to the next treatment--I just want this chemo stage to be over. But I also understand that this can't be rushed, and I do feel very grateful for each of these days that have been completely normal. I feel just a vast appreciation for daily life, all the chores and tasks, but mostly just the contentment of family games and watching TV with the kids by the fire. Carrying my own laundry basket, walking up and down the steps a million times, sitting on the floor to pet Nutmeg--all things I couldn't do in December when I was recovering from surgery.

I think Lucia is having a growth spurt. Tonight she had a full dinner, and then while we were watching Lost she had the following snacks: a piece of pizza, a whole banana spread with strawberries and Nutella, three Pillsbury croissants, a handful of Wheat Thins, and a cheese stick. So much snacking. We'll see if she gets a little taller this winter.

As for me, I've gained two more pounds.