Well, the past week has been up and down. Recovery from the July 15th chemo reached further into this week than I'd hoped, but by Wednesday, I was starting to level out and Thursday night I was thinking like myself again -- wanting to visit my cat, missing my dog, and laughing a lot with Kristi, who was here again from SF to help out (there may have been some bald-girl Sinead O'Connor lip-synching...). All in all, I'm having some good moments here and there, and hoping the 10 days or so before my next treatment will have some more.
You probably know that my brother, Jason, launched a fundraising site* for me last weekend. Lots of you have helped spread the word through Facebook and email (one friend I know of even blogged about it) and I'm just boggled by the response so far -- stunned and grateful and humbled. I don't know what to say except that I'm gonna pull up another bucket of gratitude and pass it your way. You guys are just... more than amazing.
I haven't been reading much lately, but I did come across this little sweetness yesterday in Sara Zarr's YA novel, The Lucy Variations: "...because even if your own life wasn't perfect, there was this WORLD. And you were LIVING in it, somehow."