A Great Day

Today I feel absolutely great.  

Actually it started yesterday, and I continue to believe that it has a lot to do with eating correctly.

We were having steak dinner at my in-laws, and hunger struck for me and my kids an hour or so before it was going to be ready.  My mother-in-law made some hot dogs for my kids and I, following my newly established rules on appetite and hunger, decided to have one too despite the fact that I was looking forward to the real dinner.

Then when the filet was ready in another 45 minutes or so I ate that too.  I wasn't really hungry anymore but more importantly, I wasn't NOT hungry.  I ate at an even more slow pace then usual (some would not believe that is possible) but I finished it.

We came home at about 9:30 and put the kids to bed, and I just had massive amounts of energy, especially in comparison to the way I have been feeling (basically I would say I felt an energized version of normal; a big improvement).  I got on my computer for the first time in a while, and went to chemotherapy.com, a cancer portal I saw advertised in a magazine.  The first thing I read was a blurb on "are you anemic", an apparent common effect of chemotherapy.  Perhaps I was.

At midnight I went to bed out of practicality, instead of exhaustion.  

Today when I woke up, instead of feeling weak and queasy and being afraid to sit up, I felt, well, normal.  I had slept continuously throughout the night and I had the most amazing feeling.  It's something I recall feeling sometime before my daughter was born.  I believe it's called 'well-rested' or some strange sounding word like that.

My day was due to improve too.  Some of my closest friends were coming to the house for a visit and had promised to completely take the work of entertaining upon themselves as guests, allowing Renee and I the pure pleasure of good company without leaving the comfort of our own house.

We had an excellent time, with excellent food (all arriving from remote kitchens), and after just the right amount of time for me and for the kids everyone and everything disappeared, including the mess, allowing my kids to have their naps and for Renee and I to have a quiet Sunday afternoon.

I've got a ton of really great people in my life.  I'm starting to really feel like a lucky SOB, a seemingly surprising thing to feel when fighting cancer for the second time in my thirties, but true none the less.