This morning I about crawled into the clinic for my infusion. Last week as you may remember I had my last heavy infusion, and it indeed leveled me. When the steroids wore off on Wednesday, I crashed and stayed crashed through Sunday, although I managed to teach Sewing Club, two classes and attend a staff meeting. Good for me! Family and friends reminded me: This will pass.
Tonight I am doing slightly better. I slept after my lighter infusion until almost four. Talked with a dear friend that cheered me. Had a t-shirt delivery and conversation with a client wanting a graduation quilt in May. Pulled soup out of the freezer. Cooked supper, and then walked Claire in a slow walk around the block. Not bad, if I say so myself.
Thought about a Ukraine story I heard this morning on the news. When bombs destroyed a home in the night and the windows were blown out, shards of glass killed all in the family except the mother. She stayed in bed, snuggled under thick quilts and blankets, and she lived. The shards of glass stuck into her quilts, leaving her untouched.. And, with that woman, I say thank you for the miracle of quilts.
So today was a day of thanks and gratitude. I have a temporary reprieve from the lack of stand up days last week. Sleep has given my body what it needed...rest. My taste buds are working again. Hallelujah! I learned that amber Listerine mixed with cider vinegar is a good soak for my fingernails. And because of the steroids, I have momentary energy. Best of all, I am beyond grateful that I live in the United States of America where health, safety, human beings, and quilts are a treasured part of our peace. I will enjoy every moment.
Signing off tonight with the hope of sewing tomorrow, The quilting cancer girl
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