Good Things

 Trying to think of positive things

Another shot done today and the ice helped.  I'm hopefully halfway through my treatment.

I wanted the new pineapple drink from Starbucks and didn't have it, but I still got my pink drink and it hit the spot on this hot day.

It was nice to be home early and have the afternoon off.  I pushed myself so hard during my treatment, afraid of people thinking I was incapable of doing my job.  I learned that I needed the breathing time.  When we were in the office, I think I annoyed others when I would take a day off for an appointment and taking advantage.  I earned my time. I don't go on trips nor did I take a lot of time off around the holidays.  Maybe one day here and there, but never a week. Going for an MRI on a Tuesday and not wanting to come back in wasn't being spoiled.  

I have 4 days off after tomorrow.  I did take off July 5th for another good reason.  I'm getting my hair cut and colored.  My hair stylist changed her hours after coming back from maternity leave and since my time can be more flexible being at home and I have plenty of time, I gave myself a 4 day weekend.  Something about a scalp massage during a hair wash is the best thing about those appointments.

Cassidy Hutchinson.  In light of all the bad news with the Supreme Court, it's good to know that there's good people like Cassidy.  Whatever happens, history should always look kind on this good human.

I didn't have to get weighed today.  It wouldn't hurt me if i did, but it's nice not to feel the shame.  It might have been better since I've been more active this last week, but still, sometimes it's nice to have a break.

I paid off my December bill for my shots.  For the life of me, I will never understand how medical billing works.  I paid off $1200 last week and my December bill was only $100.  I have more check marks to hit.

I am having a hard time wanting to wish someone a happy birthday today on Facebook and I feel like a jerk.  This person had cancer a few years back and I reached out to them to show my support.  I shared my story.  I felt horrible when I saw how bad things were when her significant other came out with a Go Fund me that I donated.  I never said anything about cancer on social media.  Very little.  

And then I saw all the trips they want on, posted on social media while I started going backwards with tests, and scares, and worries about other cancers. And more bills.

I wish this person well.  I'm glad she's here for another happy birthday.  I'm not bitter.  It makes me happy that she's happy.   

Sometimes I get tired of being happy for everyone else and wonder where's my happy?

I want my happy.  

I'll take Friday.  That makes me happy.  



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