Sweet Home Chicago!

Let me start by saying Cycle 3 of Chemo was by far the worst one yet. With that being said, I was hell bent on feeling better by the time our plane took of on Thursday the 14th. Day 3-6 of the week after treatment were pretty bad, I felt like crawling under a rock. I asked my co-worker Heather to just kill me know and put me out of my misery...several times...thankfully, she didn't listen to me. But, when it was time to make the trip to Chicago for my cousin Mike's wedding. all the side effects seemed to fade away in the nick of time. It was a great trip...alittle short...but great. The wedding itself was just beautiful. Aiden was the best little travel buddy ever. It's times like these, when all the family comes together, it makes you realize just how blessed you are. I am so fortunate to have the family I have, and it gets taken for granted too often. Not many people can say they have such a close, loving relationship with their family. And even more so now, because of what I am going thru, I realize that you have to give thanks for the things we seem to just think are suppose to be. I really didn't want to come back to Florida. I love living near the ocean, and the weather, and my friends here...but I wasn't ready to come back. I know part of it was that we still didn't get to see all the family we needed to, and there is always so much to do when you are on vacation....just one week more would have been great. But also it was, for me, the realization that my journey with cancer is far from over. Being away from the doctors and needles and everything for four days made me feel as close to normal as I was going to get. It was nice to be focused on something else for a change and be away from reality. But, all good things must come to an end...and life must go on. Man....reality sucks sometimes.