It was not an easy week. There was more fatigue and coughing than usual. Too much fun last weekend, fighting a cold or allergies like everyone else, or something from the dark side? I will likely find out the week of May 18th when I go for my first set of scans since my visit to MD Anderson and the declaration of NED. The week had its highlights, however, especially for Andy P. He was admitted to the NED club, with highest honors. There was other good news, good meetings and good encounters, which keeps the spirits high. Not sure, though, if No. 1 son turning 15 and obtaining his learner's permit within hours of his birthday qualifies as good. The jury is definitely out on that one.
Speaking of high spirits, despite a bold attempt to ruin my Mother's Day Weekend, Sunday was a delightful day. From special cards, to fresh bagels and cheese eggs, to spending the afternoon with husband, son and Attila the Roz, I could not find a way to be unhappy. I could only see sunshine and feel love.
And since Steve Beagle doesn't hold the patent on humor, here goes:
A suburban mother's role is to deliver children obstetrically once, and by car forever after.
Peter De Vries
I want my children to have all the things I couldn't afford. Then I want to move in with them.
God could not be everywhere and therefore he made mothers.
My mother's menu consisted of two choices: Take it or leave it.
Love to All.