Ever since the news went out about my diagnosis, not a day has gone by without us receiving a card or package in the mail, an encouraging email or phone call. I must confess that I do forget to tell people thank you sometimes for the cards, etc. but we do appreciate every thought and prayer lifted on our behalf.
I think the same gremlins who added stairs to our house have also been hiding things. Dave and I scoured the house yesterday for a prescription that I picked up at the pharmacy and then it mysteriously disappeared. Throughout the course of the evening, we were on the search for other things and some of them turned up today when I wasn't looking for them - that is how this usually turns out, right? This morning I was still stressed about the lost prescription, and at one point made the comment to David that I was losing my mind. Now, David has been saying all day that he has "lost his sense and his brain." Well, he's trying to get it right. On a more serious note, he also told me that he wanted to go live with someone else because he is sad to see me sick. Ouch. He made that comment a few days after chemo and I was still not getting around well. Since I have been feeling better, he seems to be okay. It was still tough to swallow.