One more week! Actually, I should write it "onemoreweek".

Well, I am sitting here trying to pull myself together to make it "onemoreweek" with radiation.  The reason it is one word is that when I am feeling overwhelmed, tired, hurting, etc I just mumble it to myself.  It rolls off the tongue, through gritted teeth, with a sigh. I can do ANYTHING for one more week.

To be honest, I think I have been "white knuckling" it since they said the word "biopsy"-four long months ago.  I am a little bit terrified that when that last radiation appointment is done I am going to melt into a little puddle and be a worthless mess.  I was thinking that I need to come up with some sort of celebration so I have a reason to not fall apart.  Suggestions???

Really, things aren't all that bad.  Slug life just doesn't suit me that well.  I really like to be DOING things.  I like to have a clean house, clean laundry, and bills that are paid on time.  And, even though I really don't like cooking at all, there is a level of satisfaction that comes with actually having the energy to prepare, serve and clean up after a meal--one that doesn't include frozen waffles or paper plates.  Someday I will get back there--today I am just grateful for frozen waffles and paper plates.

It sounds like friends from church will be bringing some meals and inviting my kids for play dates this week.  Thank you ALL in advance!  It makes me think I will actually make it through this. 

So, here we go!  Onemoreweek...