For weeks, I have not had the energy to cart the dirty laundry downstairs to the machines, load them up, trot back down to switch things around as each load finished. The boys have done it, though less than enthusiastically.
(HINT: Another great way to help cancer patients. Even if they have their own machines, its a real blessing to have someone else take care of the laundry!)
Today, I had planned to go in to my office in the morning and work on some projects. Unfortunately, I had a hard night with lots of pain, and by morning I was worn out. I was sad to have to give up my plan of going in to the library everyday this week.
I decided to focus on trying to do some normal household activities. Laundry! At least my own, which the boys had not yet tackled. Drew did his stuff because he needed to clean his soccer uniform. Kiel has enough clothes that he can go for a month without needing to wash anything.
My clothes had to be washed separately anyways because of the radiation. I guess the boys thought I wouldn't really need anything soon since I had not been going out often.
It took me almost two hours to feel like I had enough strength to make a trip downstairs, but I finally did it! I carried stuff down, loaded the machine, and returned upstairs without falling apart. Half hour later I went down and flipped things into the drier. Sugar, who is not longer quarrantined from me, went with me both times, encouraging me.
Now, I am headed to the kitchen to - gasp - cook supper! Good Lord, progress! The boys won't know what to do with me.
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