When I am Awake, I Feel Alive

I have not done much worth blogging about lately. Chemo has me sleeping 13-14 hours a day. But when I am awake, I feel very alive. Yet I spend my time staring at Nature documentaries on Netflix, doodling tiny illustrations, making some yarn balls and reading. I read a quickie by Anna Quindlen called Black and Blue. Yes, it was depressing as it sounds but I like the way she writes. I also wrote a large cancer update but I haven't posted it anywhere. I played the lottery for the first time in my life, but as you know, no one won. I will go ahead and play again. I have my game plan ready for when I win.

The highlight of my day is seeing my son. I have begun to teach him how to read on a very low key, no pressure plan. If it doesn't stick then I will at least die happy knowing he was exposed to letters, sounds, blending, sight words, and books. So far he is really excited about it, which makes me wonder why he isn't excited about what they do, or say they do, at his daycare center.

On the flip side, he has a sassy mouth lately and wants to be excused from the dinner table every 9 seconds.

I can't post without a picture, so here is another time I felt very alive: