Day One Post Treatment

Dinner has been ready since 11.30 am.  I can see how the next number of weeks is going to go.

When the Dr says take it easy, you are recuperating...all I can think is--that is exactly what I have been doing for months.  And months.  And Months...

I know I don't have a ton of energy, but I still long for SOMETHING to do.  I don't want to sound ungrateful, but seriously, how much sitting around can one girl do?

Doesn't lack of movement breed lack of movement?  Like, lack of energy breeds a lack of energy?  Shouldn't I be challenging myself?

Well, then I walk up a set of stairs...and I realize, I have lost a ton of lung capacity and muscle strength.

So, I now sit on the couch with Pippin curled up beside me and I blog.

Today I had a visit with a really precious friend named Sandy.  Not that Sandy, the other one.  We met for coffee and then sat in my backyard and talked.  We have such a great connection that is deep and we pick up right where we left off, although we haven't seen each other in months.  She challenges me in my relationship with God in great ways.  When we have talked, then it's time to pray.  I love that.  There is always purpose to our times together but there is always laughter and fun--what a great combination!

We caught up on all that's happened in the past number of months and found that the more we talk the more we are similar and honestly, she understands me....in a way that not many people do.

Today, we talked about being in leadership.  I don't like being a "leader" but there have been times in my life that it has been a necessity.  So, I explain to Sandy this, and she gets it.  I don't like being a leader, although I like acknowledgement for what I have done, I don't like being in front of people, or the focus of attention.

Which brings me to my next topic.  My birthday.  It's coming up pretty fast, and I love the idea of a party, but not just for the sole purpose of celebrating me.

I'd rather not thanks.

So, as far as I know there is a party planned--or in the planning stages.  It's time to embrace the fact that I am one year older and that's ok, it's just the attention I am having trouble with--and probably will forever.