It was a Sunday of worship and fellowship -- fellowship that included a hike in the woods with Sedona and two enthusiastic, energetic, and fun young gentlemen. We tromped along finding sticks that made for great swords, examining acorn and hickory nuts, and discussing the merits of whistling and the different ways to whistle.
Now, as the evening draws to an end, I sit here contemplating the week ahead and finding it odd that I have to remind myself that I must go to radiation every day. Weird. Two more fingernails have succumbed to the chemo kiss. Fortunately, no other nails have "colored-up" like the three on my right hand, so I'm hoping that's the end of any further nail deterioration. And, positive news on the hair front: growth is now visible without a magnifying glass!
Sleep is knocking on my door -- something I hate to give into on the one hand, but on the other I'm glad it's once again establishing itself as a more regular visitor to my bed!
Cute kids!
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