For a few years now I’ve not been able to do a lot of things that have always given me satisfaction. Things like housework and yard work. I know that sounds crazy but a well tended garden and a clean house are two things I always prided myself on.
My wonderful husband of 49 years and 11 months has been a true life partner and stepped up to do the lions share of the household chores.
Since last weeks news, once I got over the shock, combined with the chemo meds and the phlebotomy I’ve been doing things I hadn’t done in 2 years.
Yesterday I swept all the non-carpeted floors in the house and mopped them. sounds simple right? We’ll it took me 2 hrs longer than it should but I got ‘er done. Then crashed until time to cook supper. Lol
This morning I was determined to prune an out of control rose bush and I got 90% of it done until the heat and a fire ant bed got in my way. Ants are treated and it’ll be cooler in the morning so I’ll finish up then.
I don’t know if this is guilt for being ill or fake energy from the meds but I intend to take advantage of it while it lasts.