O my. Well, thanks to those of you who are wanting a report, but patient enough to wait for me to get around to it.
December was sort of a low point. Feeling run-down and low. And not ready for the holiday.
But, true to form, Christmas Eve was beautiful, peaceful, lively and fun as it always has been. My favorite night of the year. Always. Caught up with good friends I hadn’t seen in years.
The rest of the holidays: smashingly good fun!
The Christmas/Holiday cards are ALL still in progress. Some were written last month and have a stamp and everything. I am mailing them at one time to avoid mix-ups, as I already started writing to someone twice. Almost finished, and my goal is to mail them BEFORE February of this year.
As for my health these days, I am feeling happy and fit. Have been making great strides in eating healthier and getting more exercise.
The start of Chemo was set back about a month due to a cold that developed into bronchitis. SO, after a course of antibiotics and an inhaler, I’m now feeling better than I have in a long long while. Ready for my initial appt at the oncologist this Wednesday. Will start the treatment after that.
Depending on the frequency and type of regimen, I will be living with Kathy and her family for part of each week. Can’t thank my Sister and her family enough for all the support they’ve provided, dropping anything and everything to get me to where I need to be. The kids are nothing but pure joy for me. We have good times together.
And thanks to the rest of my family, immediate and extended, and all my good friends.. without you, it’d be an uphill battle. The latest fun has been a few birthday celebrations and hanging out with large parties of Green Bay Packers enthusiasts. How fitting that I should happen to be a daughter of a Cheesehead from the 60s, who has managed to sweep us all up in the fervor, over the years.
Yes, the official’s daughter, who has had a love/hate relationship with sports after being dragged to all kinds of games growing up, when my it was Dad’s turn to watch us. Sure, I played with my Barbies on the gym mats or in the press box those days and ignored the games, but I actually know and care who Bart Starr is…. do you?!
I feel blessed and content and ready to face this next step in my treatment!
Lacing up my boots and kicking down the doors!