7th WBR

After my 7th session WBR, with nauseousness crushing down, I asked the nurse to give me a Zofran. Overcome with fatigueness as well, I agreed to take it to calm it down. Additionally, she even gave me a "pink, hospital, bucket" to take home for the drive, for the just in case necessity.  Goodness, no, I'm glad I have a need for it.
Still, spells of nauseousness did hit me through and through throughout the day. By 5 pm, I was glad to head on home to watch my son, Ethan in his little league baseball game. Yes, despite exhaustion, I didn't and wouldn't want to miss out in his exciting game; to be there for him.

I'm glad I was there as it was the first time that he got a nasty little fall, scraping his right arm just a little bit, while being tagged by a big boy opponent. With tears and cries of hurt and pain,  I calmly held  him in my arms, washed down his scrape, patted it down with antibiotic ointment and bandaged it up. It took quite awhile, after an inning or so, after holding him, rocking and coaching him, that he was able to shake his anger and pain off to finally, go back and finish the last inning of the game, fielding first base and then batting. At the end of his, game, for his courage and lesson of overcoming his injury to come back to regroup with the team, he earned his first "game" ball. Go Yankees and "Ethan P." was hand written by his coach on the ball. A proud moment for Ethan to have been awarded this honor. We will treasure souvenir.

With a sunlight still out, we walked towards the car and drove on home. I gave them all a much needed bath, we all ate a quick dinner and it was off to bedtime.Lots of Love.