Today our darling, Abigail turns eight months. Of course, the date also marks the eighth month since I was diagnosed ..,these two events are forever tied together for better or for worse.  

This round of chemo is taking its toll in the form of exhaustion and stomach pain. Nevertheless, I’m going to try to go out with Caro and Zach to Kitty town to take photos. I feel like I am going to feel like shit no matter where I am, so I might as well be productive.

I’m back on the couch with my trusty heating pad on and a slight buzz from taking some tincture. Zach and Caro and I took some nice pictures of the cats and kittens and then Caro and I ran into Michael’s to get some craft supplies. Caro is painting a quote in the inside of a toy chest that she bought to give to Abigail.  We all met Sue at fire house sub for lunch. It was the first time Sue and Caro had eaten at a fire house sub and it was thumbs up by everyone. 🙂

Unfortunately, the afternoon has been defined by pain. Hans drove me to the clinic and we got the chemo pack off but the pain in my gut continues to make for a miserable afternoon.   My first priority once we got home was to soak in a hot tubby and now I’m depending on my trusty heating pad give me some relief. Took some RSO and hoping to have less discomfort soon. It double sucks because Jake and Krista are in and I’d love to be spending time with them tonight. Hoping for a good day tomorrow since we are having our official engagement party with the seven kids! 🙂