More thoughts:

I can't help feeling that God has sent me so many angels in my illness.  There were some, but few, people I could have done without.  Like the first oncologist that just didn't seem interested in helping me.  For the most part, each place I went I found at least one, usually more, wonderful souls that gave me such loving care.  I think my smiles and treating them like I would want to be treated made a difference.

My sister-in-law loaned me a walker and a wheelchair.  These were a necessity for a couple of months as I worked to get my strength back.  Now I am almost back to my old self.  Most of the medicine I take do make me dizzy and a little unsure of myself, so I take my time and walk slow.

During all this, my mother had to be put in a nursing home.  I could talk to her on the phone but couldn't go out to Texas to be with her.  Luckily she had friends that went to see her and watched out for her.  I knew when I had to make that decision that she did not have  many days left.  She did live a couple of months but had Alzheimer's and her memory was fast leaving her.  She died alone, which will always stick with me.  I knew I could not go but it didn't make it any easier.  And for a lot of you who know me, you know that Mom and I didn't have the best of relationships.  Being the last living relative and loving her no matter what made it harder.  There was a nice graveside service which the funeral director was nice enough to share on his phone.

One of the side effects of chemo is numbness in my fingers.  This is not bad and I've learned to deal with it.  The other is edema in my legs.  That is a result of the disease.  Thanks to a water pill it has gone down considerably.  But not completely.  At least now I can wear regular shoes most days.  I bought larger sizes to get me through the really bad swelling.

Although I am now more independent, I have to say I got very spoiled.  Having everything done for me by a loving husband was wonderful when I was so ill and weak I couldn't do for myself.  But I wanted my life back with all the bad stuff and good stuff.  Still, sometimes I miss being so pampered.

I have about covered all the illness I can think of.  I will have to think up some new stuff to write about now.  Not that I won't add a little as time passes and new experiences pop up.