Everyday my husband asks me if I've blogged today. Well, I did get my socks on by noon.
Don't get me wrong, there's plenty to blog about, but it takes energy, which I seem to have misplaced under the covers. And I love all your comments--heck, we've even managed to flush out some far-flung and feared-lost Canadians we haven't heard from in a long time.
My biggest problem is that my right hand (actually the whole arm from shoulder to fingertip) has been weakened, let's hope temporarily, most likely due to the radiation. I may have to ask Marty to be my scribe, except we tend to fight tooth and nail on grammar issues. Seriously, he is a good editor and catches and fixes my most glaring errors.
Except for the usual and expected issues (nausea, fatigue, bone pain), I'm doing okay. A friend sent a stuffed white blood cell I have suspended from the ceiling, constantly nagging at me to crank up production in that department.
And she sent a book about writing the six-word memoir. We could all use more of those.
Here's mine: Have as few transplants as possible.