I lay there for a short while. After I had slowly crawled out of my own ego, John and I walked downstairs and sang Grant awake.
Later, after taking the boys to school, Brandy drove me to chemo. It was, thankfully, uneventful. Grandma came over for Chinese food and cake. At the end of the night, Grant popped balloon number nine. He's no longer nine. I'm no longer stuck at nine. These two events, his birthday and my chemo, will be inextricably linked in my memory for as long as I live.
4 comments:
Of course that was your first thought - how could it not be? I know the after-effects are worse than the chemo itself, so sending all the healing thoughts I can muster your way today.
(And a happy double-digit birthday to your son. That first photo is gorgeous - he looks just beautiful in that light.)
YAY for double digits! For BOTH of you! 3 more balloons for you and 3 more years until the teens! What wonderful milestones my friend. Sending mucho love your way!
My Liv will be ten in July. Where does the time go, huh?
And I know...chemo is very, very draining. One foot in front of the other, yes?
Happy Birthday Grant!
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