I'm making a trial run of oxtails and black-eyed peas while mom takes a nap. She's been on a tear since about 7:30, sorting through obvious junk at tutu's place while taking munch and drink breaks.
She said she was like this the day after the 1st round of chemo then got knocked flat, so she's trying to be disciplined about the routine she's got going to see if it mitigates the energy-sapping effects of the chemicals.
Later, we'll walk to the video store (shouldn't we call them dvd stores or media stores, now?) and see if we can pick up some heartwarming holiday movies like, Kung Fu Panda or the Incredibles, you know, just in case the kids want to watch.
Last night Sis C, The Nephew and Little E stopped by on the usual whirlwind tour. Mom had the kids sniffing pillows, yuck, and throwing out dusty fake flower arrangements and assorted gee-gaws. We didn't find any cash or jewels, but the kids were motivated to look thoroughly.
Auntie I calls and stops by with swordtails for mom's fish-breeding project. They are comparing chemo treatments and fish pairings.
I'm headed to pick The Nephew up from volleyball practice. Maybe I'll take him to work out with me. Hee-hee.
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