I had a fine day yesterday, considering that the previous day was one of my worst days so far.
I took all my medication, I've really lost count to what I take anymore, and went downstairs to help with the housework. David was already at the basement cleaning. He has asked to clean the basement and the garage all by himself so that he can earn money. He's worked really hard the past few days. I'm very proud of him.

Alex from across the street came by and the boys played for a while. I went to check on them and we started talking about them liking girls etc. Surprisingly they had all kind of questions for me and they seemed to appreciate the advice. I had to try hard not to laugh with some of the things they asked, but I'm glad that my son trusts me enough to reach out and talk to me about what's on his mind. We spent the rest of the day together, hanging out, watching TV, looking up things on the Internet and reviewing the movies he makes with his friends. The last one, a spoof on all those ghost shows that are popular on TV lately was hilarious.

Today I woke up early and I had enough energy to start painting Natalie's room with Brian. I took all the stuff out of the room, covered the bed so that it wouldn't get dirty, wiped the walls clean, did all the spackling and painted one of the walls. Of course after all this I got pretty tired and had to stop in order to rest, but thankfully William came and took over so now we have only 1 wall left to be done with the room. I have many new cute things to put in the room, so I'm excited to have it done before the kids come back on Tuesday. I can't wait to see Natalie's face when she sees it. She'll be so excited!

The rest of the day went by calmly. My right arm is really killing me. The big bruises are fading, but the spot where I got the lost chemo is red, inflamed and incredibly sore. Brian put some cortisone on it and then we bandaged it very lightly. It feels a little better now.

I took my strong pain pills not too long ago, since the spine throbbing pain is back again, so I've just started getting a bit dizzy. I'll try to go to bed. I want to wake up early tomorrow so I can hopefully go to church.

On Monday I have an appointment with my breast surgeon. I'm hoping I'll find out the date of the surgery. I'm anxious to move on to the next step. But then again I'm scared. I try not to worry about it too much, but I can't help it. It haunts my thoughts. Every morning I wake up thinking about it. I wish I could fast forward to the end of all this, but I know I need to hang on.

I'm praying it will be a better day tomorrow, with less pain and less things to worry about.