Chemo Week 1 : Day 2 November 6th 2024
I feel Great! I took my prescribed nausea meds this morning at 7:00 AM with two pieces of homemade French Toast but I haven't felt nauseous. ( Matt on the other hand has a nasty stomach bug). Irony? Coincidence?
My brother Robert (Aka Chocolate) sent me a beautiful bouquet of sunflowers!
We also received a whole truck load of gifts and gift cards from Matt's work team. So generous and surprising.
Bonus kiddo Anecdote:
So, yesterday morning, when Matt was handling the boys' morning routine (brilliantly, I might add). He made them French Toast. This is something my mother does for them when she's in town -- I just pour them cereal, unceremoniously. Our children LOVE Grandmommy's French Toast! They literally spring out of bed for it and are all smiles at the breakfast table at 6:00 in the morning. (A full thirty minutes earlier than I have to pull them out of bed by their teeth.)
So anyway, my husband serves each child two pieces of French Toast smothered in butter, cut into pieces and plated with fatherly love and pride. Our 4 year old, Jimmy, takes a couple bites, turns backward in chair over his shoulder and says, "Daaad," to get his attention, my husband turns to find Jimmy with his arm extended behind him, his thumb extended in the middle position, then with a frown on his face and a mouth full of toast, he plunges his thumb down toward the floor. (so dramatic).
My husband is flabbergasted, "What's wrong with it?"
Jim : My toast has little brown pieces on it!
Joey (recently 9, and ever the know-it-all) : that's the cinnamon. Daddy put too much on it.
George (11, and generally the piece keeper) : Just eat it!
Jim : (grumbling and under his breath) Ok, but it's disgusting.
I made them French Toast this morning to restore their faith but they are getting cereal tomorrow.
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