I am going to make it

My recovery after the last chemo has taken a bit longer. The blood counts were low to start off with on Wednesday, so it predicted that I would feel ill a bit longer. I spent most of last week and the weekend in bed just resting. I was really just feeling dizzy and out of energy. I can't wait for this whole regime to be over. To have my energy back again and be a proper mommy, wife and caretaker of the home.

When feeling this lousy the emotional tank also runs low. I like to take long, warm baths and think about a lot of things. Usually this is also the time I miss home, family and friends the most. Also the time when I wonder what the future will hold for me and my beautiful family. The time when I'll cry if I need to. It is not always tears of sorrow. A lot of times it is tears of happiness, joy and because I feel so blessed. This last weekend was no different.

A student I used to teach at Cornwall Hill College sent me the following a few weeks ago:

"May you, when you're soaking wet, lost, hurting and confused, may you cry out and may the creator of the universe take you, may He hold you tight up against His chest, may He wrap His eternal loving arms around you, and may you hear Him whisper...

'I love you buddy. We're gonna make it. Dad knows the way home. We're gonna make it. I love you."

So when I feel a little blue, I hold on to the above - I know I am going to make it. XXX