Awaiting treatment #3

(who said chemotherapy kills narcissm? )


Dear sisters,

It has been silent on your side of the ocean. Is it raining? Are you all preparing for a trip abroad again? We might mention S2's birthday last Friday, which we all celebrated in our own special way. Happy Birthday S2, we will celebrate again when you arrive in San Francisco this week. I will buy you a cake. How many candles? Oh, that many.

Actually it hasn't been such a great week for me. I start each morning fine and get taken over round the hour of two, by a fluish kind of nausea and body pain, my eyes streaming non stop, all of which requires a certain amount of attention I do not always give. So my word count for the book challenge is dismal so far and I am starting to get the feeling this chemotherapy thing is not finished with me yet. And treatment # 3 is already on us.

In between we did survive Halloween with minimal damage, a ninja warrior, a pirate, and four boxes of sweets to be managed for the coming months. I also went to church on Sunday, which you might find interesting. Jip's class was sponsoring the Mass. We brought donuts for after. A little girl stared at me and asked her mother if I really didn't have any hair underneath my bright purple chemoturban. Her mother said "sshhhhh". I was also included in the school prayers this morning at assembly. So all is well on that front.




See you on the othere side of #3,

Love S3