What a week!

Whew, I can't even believe it's already Saturday again. Usually as the days pass I focus on how I'm feeling from the chemo, but I haven't had time to focus on that or much of anything. Or maybe I've had to focus on everything.

Last Saturday we got the letter from the JCC about Jonah's camp scholarship. They barely gave him one, and I had a fit, cried, put it on my facebook status update. You cannot believe the kind and informative offers of help that followed that! By Wednesday, we received a revised letter, offering Jonah the exact scholarship we originally requested. Jonah is going! The camp is absolutely amazing. He will have the best summer, and never have to go to radiation with me. That was my good news.

During the week I had another run-in with Jason's principal. He's a nice guy, really, but he's like a member of the renaissance cult and doesn't get how it can hurt kids. I give up trying. One more month.

Something else happened during the week that actually trumps cancer. I'm not talking about it. We're dealing with it, and I think/hope in the long run it will be better than okay.

Some school districts have finally posted jobs. That, and I subbed in the school where I worked in the fall and had a nice chat with the principal. He seems confident that I will get a job for fall. I feel cautiously optimistic. I spent quite a bit of time in the past three days working on cover letters and so forth. I'm never sure how to write those. Sometimes I want to say everything, and I end up needing to change font size to keep the letters to one page! Then I get smart and cut instead. So yesterday I worked on cover letters for about two hours, left them up on my screen, and then Ken sat on my computer. UGH! I could print the cover letters and my resume, but now I don't have Internet access on there, so I can't submit the online stuff. I'll have to get a new computer this morning. My dad and Libby are here, so Charlie already went to Best Buy with me last night.

Anyway, where we stand is ... almost two weeks out! This is what I longed for, the day when I would feel better and not have to go backward a week later. It's been a very slow recovery from this treatment. My tongue is still about half numb. I'm still sleeping weird. Otherwise, I feel and look like me. I'm me. I'm not basically comatose. And I'm going to be okay. Okay. Great! I'll be making lots of changes to keep it that way, removing toxins from my life, etc. I guess I won't be quite the same person I was before, but I see that as a huge positive. I hope you will, too, or that at least you'll understand.

Okay, my kids' computer stinks.