The light is on today

So I slept the day away yesterday. In fact, I'm not sure where the day went. We drove to the clinic at 8 a.m. and I was tested right away to see if I could stay for chemotherapy. I passed, thankfully, and my husband got to go home for a while. 

When they gave me my bag of Benadryl, I was out like a light and later woke myself snoring. That's always so embarassing! But then I listen to others who are sleeping and realize I am just one part of a wide orchestra of snorers from all across Western New York. Some of us are bass, others soprano, a few are whistlers, and some rumble on like the tuba or drums. I swear, the nurses must talk and giggle about their daily entertainment.

Anyway, Tom drove me home about 11:30 (It was a short treatment today.) When we walked in, I apologized for appearing drunk and settled into the recliner for a long afternoon nap. Woke up around 3:00 and went right back to sleep again...a deep, delicious sleep that could only be healing.

On such days I realize that I can be grateful for true rest. It's not tossing and turning uncomfortable sleep. It's the kind of sleep you remember after building a snowman and then having hot chocolate before mom said it was time to catch some zzzz's. And you settled under grandma's quilt on the couch and slept like a kitten under the Christmas tree.

Today I am much more with it: getting into my sewing room and writing a pattern for the Block of the Month on Saturday. Also I am working on a PowerPoint and then a few of those Christmas projects that sat while I slept. 

This is a day when I feel like the light turned on. The past couple of days I was in the dark. So I celebrate my more regular routine - and add that I am now officially bald all the way! Best part is that on this day of light, my baldness is okay with me. Guess I've come a long way. It doesn't make me cry anymore...partly because I finally let my husband see me with no hair.

Signing off, the bald quilting cancer girl