Oh yeah, baby! I love me some checklists! Those of you who know me know that I love to be able to mark off my little achievements. It's amazing what can make a simple little person like me so happy!My goals have changed in the last six months. They used to start with cleaning a specific room in the house top to bottom, painting a room, pay bills. You know...fun stuff! Oh how this little thing called cancer can change your daily goals. During chemotherapy my list usually consisted of:- get up
- take my drugs and supplements
- do anything and everything to not throw up
- try to do something productive for at least an hour or two before sleeping until the next day, or night, or week
Three weeks prior to the mastectomy for an entire week my checklist looked something like this:
- shower as fast as I possibly can before Aiden wakes up
- cry in the shower (My personal pity party lasted a week in the shower, when the shower was over, the party was over!)
- ask the Lord, "What will you have me do today? May I be used somehow for You? What are Your desires, Jesus?" (Praise God, this has lasted more than a week!)
- dress Hannah Beth and make her as happy as possible so she won't have a meltdown
- carry Aiden down with his lovey and silky
- take Hannah Beth to school
- be at school to pick HB up by 2:15
- make dinner and sweep while Aiden takes his nap
- Vacuum with Aiden
- contribute to the gross national product (I worked a couple of nights before surgery at my fun times job at Eddie Bauer Outlet...Shout Out for my EB Buddies! I just love y'all!)
- Sleep...for the Love of God...please let me sleep
You see, I was still very fatigued even 2 weeks out of chemotherapy. That stuff is crazy! If I was able to carry Aiden down the stairs in my arms without getting vertigo, I had accomplished a major goal! Making dinner was a struggle, but I sure wasn't going to tell anybody that!
Today marks the 11th day after my mastectomy. I waisted tons of energy worrying about the scars, the drainage tubes. "WHATEVER! It's seriously no big deal, what a stinking baby!" I thought to myself. Then I realized that these fears were very real. My Jesus is even more real than those fears. His perfect love cast out all those fears. So many saints were on there knees in prayer for me. God heard their prayers and answered them quickly. I am so okay with the loss of my 'girls', thanks be to the Most High God!
Today my checklist looked like this:
- Search the Lord's heart as to how I can help my mother today
- create a checklist with her to make sure her goals are accomplished
- find materials to create a thank you gift for all my praying buddies and helpers
- take as little pain meds as possible
- do as much physical work as I can without hurting my body
- rest as needed
- Join Rivet's Racers and beat the pants off my family members in donations to Race for the Cure (for Nov 1st)
- start my die with a t that is supposed to change my life and cause this weight to 'melt off'
My goals were mostly accomplished today. I miss my children. Tomorrow I shall hold Aiden and Hannah Beth in my arms and kiss them until they scream, "Mommy is the Greatest!" I will dress up for my husband and hope that he sees a change in me for the better!
My only checklist for now is to lay like broccoli on the recliner, watching the boob tube with Mom until I fall asleep...