Human Again

(Cue the choir of angels:  "Aaaaaaaaahhhhh!")

     So I slept in my bed all night last night!  Whoo hoo!  YES!  Fistbump--yeah, you'd better blow it up, that's what I'm talking about!!  No marauding creeper ghost shuffling through the house all night like some achy-bones Dickens' Christmas Carol Spectre of Chemo Doom.  It's the little things, right?  If you slept well in your bed last night, pat yourself on the shoulder and say, "Good job, Body!  Proud of you!"  I like to think the restorative sleep helped pack an extra tumor-killing punch.  And my voice does actually sound much better, so regardless of the lack of science to back me up here, I'd like to think that is because this tumor is shrinking.  We'll just spin it that way, shall we?
     Got up this morning and made the kiddos breakfast--they managed to stay upright even though in shock.  It felt good to just do my normal thing. 
     So now that I am going to cautiously say that I think this is "the worst is over" part of this Round 1 (yes, I know, I was jumping the gun a little bit back there a few days ago--I won't do that again), maybe we just have to, as a family, reconcile to the idea that during this Cancer Time in our lives, there will be that brief (I keep telling myself it is brief when compared to a lifetime) window where I just go away, The Nightime Creeper comes to take my place, and then I come back.  As long as everyone knows that I go away but I DO COME BACK, I think we'll all be able to handle it.  And if you see me when I am the NC, well, you can just remark at what an amazing likeness it is to me and then look forward to seeing me when I return (to my senses, sanity, etc.). 

(Chemo Jam from Creeperville a few nights ago:  "Shook the Devil's Hand" by Swank)