I just realized I left you with an unanswered burning question yesterday. Did cuddling with the foster pups help me feel better? The answer is an unequivocal yes. I naturally absorb the love of those puppies and the positive energy that they emit.   They are always wagging, licking and displaying the unconditional love that make dogs so special.  Hans helped me take them to the veterinarian for their shots today. When we came back home and I released them from their crate, they squealed and carried on for five minutes with relief at being brought back home.  Penelope and Paddington were originally found with their three littermates and no mommy wandering the streets and it took two weeks for neighbors to capture them…they’re little scrappers and have every right to be wary of new situations. I think it will benefit both of them if their new owners take them everywhere with them to get the pups less fearful.

Enough about puppies. (is that really a thing?).  

Have I told you how much this journalling is helping me?  Besides allowing me to vent and share, I am able to go back in time and read what I was feeling, when I was feeling it. After 7 weeks without treatment, I’m easing back into the “chemo life style“ and am reminded by my own words that my life must slow down to accomondate the shaking, fatigue and the pain. I need to keep taking medical marijuana and accept that I will be a bit fuzzy.  Thank you past self.