You know something is not right when I purposely miss church. I want to go, but I don't have it in me to do so. Rest is what the Sabbath is intended for, and Sabbath is what I require today. I stay in bed until after 10 am. My boys will be drop jawed. When I finally manage to haul myself from my mattress, I eat gentle foods. Chocolate pudding. Ginger ale. Toast. Water. Tea.
I have no desire to do anything. I watch a dvd on the Face of Jesus that I heard about at the St Olaf Conference. It is a wonderful documentary of Christian art depicting Christ through the ages. Just the ticket for a gentle restful day. Sugar sympathizes with me and curls up on the arm of the chair, sighing and glancing at me out of doleful eyes.
I don't have the oomph to sit up for long, and finally give up and go back to bed. I sure hope this passes soon. I want my recovered self back. I hope I am not going to experience this doldrum every time I get chemo. Its like finally getting back to your old self only to be knocked flat on your kiester. Well, I do see the oncologist in November before the next round and I will definitely be working on preventing another set of the yukkies. But for now, sleep calls.
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