It’s Saturday morning, a week out of chemo, and the expected blood count drop has arrived.
That makes today couch day, where I will sit in a semi-exhausted state from my low hemoglobin level, nap a little, and knit the baby a sweater which says “My Daddy Survived Lymphoma and All I Got Was This Lousy T-Shirt.”
We’ve got a full house here this weekend, with Jacqui’s parents, brother and girlfriend, and a slew of friends coming by to join my knitting circle. Please send yarn. Time for a nap.