Ok, well, I made it through the tummy bug, I made it through #3 chemo. I am now at work.... desperately wishing for the end of the the shift. What possesses me to agree to work 12 hour shifts, other than abject poverty, is beyond me. I'm not doing patient care, because I don't want to make mistakes, and let's face it I'm not at my best. I sit in a little room, and watch heart beats. I'm not sure how much more of this I can take. I can't wait to crawl into my bed! I may not emerge until Sunday, when Riley has to sing in the choir.
I got out and coached CC this Thursday. Well, it's more like I laid in the grass, calling out times to keep the kids on pace and instructions on form. I'm pretty sure that's not "coaching" in the traditional sense, but I think all involved were the better for it. At least the kids can say I take a "laid back" approach to CC. In case you hadn't noticed my main motivation in life is my kids and MLCA. Congrats to MLCA for putting up with my constant interfering, and "unique" approach to getting something done. My list of " I owe you so much", grows longer every day. LuElle for taking the boys on Fridays, Corrie, for picking them up on a moments notice. John and Kristi Heffron, for driving me around. Kristi and Schel and everyone else involved in the scrapbooking event that is coming up. I'm a lousy historian, and y'all make something beautiful for each of my boys and my husband. For everyone contributing to the lunches for the boys, thank you, thank you, thank you, that makes my mornings so much easier. For all of the dinners we have received... I can't even begin. Even Parker eats them and that's hard to do!
Loyalty. That has been on my mind a lot recently. It's a value we try to instill in our children, one we try to honor (as long as it doesn't cost us too much) and a value we all like to think we have. I can honestly say, that I have been described as loyal. (or beating a dead horse, you choose.) I am surprised, and gladdened to see that my co-workers, church, and school have once again stood by my side in my time of crisis. You thank God for once, but to witness it and be the recipient of such loyalty TWICE. Unbelievable. Anyway, loyalty is a too way street. One of my best friend's is no longer speaking to me. I "broke" her husband's boundary by inviting them to a family event. He's furious with me and we had quite the showdown at work, since we're both such wilting personalties. I miss my friend. She always made me laugh, and could even make fun of the fact that I was bald without being mean. Truly, she's hilarious! But, I admire her strength and loyalty to her husband. Like his decision or not, she has stood by him. And, I made a point of telling him he should be thankful for her. I'm saddened that the casualty was a friendship, but heartened that she remains true to herself, and is loyal.