Happy Birthday, Kent

Kent worked his second flight of three last night. This morning he got home and took a nap and played the violin and guitar. I think he needed a break. He has been going at break-neck speeds.

The problem is he doesn't know how to say no. He tries to do too much in a day.

I, however, do not try to do too much.  I always was pretty good at listening to my body and taking what I needed. Nap? Sure, sleep. Feeling good? Walk. Bored? Complain.  It's pretty simple.

My big job is to rest, eat, drink. I am so well hydrated. I will leave it at that.  Maybe I will be a better cook since I have so much time at home. I attempted a beef stew this evening. Attempted. It wasn't what I would call flavorful. It was ...   ummm... Comfort food. The gravy came out very well and paired nicely with the bread. Oh well. So much for a yummy birthday dinner. And guess who didn't complain. What a great guy. I am a lucky girl.

This is what's left of the Birthday Brownies. Thanks, Mary! He really enjoyed them.

Tomorrow is clinic in the afternoon. Mom arrives again for a visit and we have another lumbar puncture with chemo on Tuesday. Maybe Wednesday will be a day off. Then Thursday is an early morning meeting with the doctor to discuss our long term treatment plan. I promise I will let you know what I know. The options are continue with chemo only or chemo coupled with a bone marrow transplant. We will see. 

Lastly, I know you are dying to know the outcome of the paint choice. It is Cocoa for the toes and Fairy Dust for the tops.

(I love boring days!) Good night!

This was not a staged photo. I was lying down to type and he parked himself on me. Best medicine ever.