Changes

There is obviously a change coming. Our front lawn is a beehive of activity this morning after weeks of relative quiet. There are a dozen blue jays, two different types of woodpeckers (two downy and one hairy), juncos, redpolls, chickadees, golden finches, a white-breasted nuthatch and two squirrels. Normally we're lucky to have a few finches and the squirrels. Environment Canada isn't calling for any nasty stuff, so it's a mystery. Perhaps it is a minute sign that spring is truly on the way.

It seems I spend a lot of time looking for minute signs that change is taking place. Whether it's measuring the size of my lumps, gently running my hands through my hair (yes, it is starting to fall out now -- not handfuls yet, but more than my normal shedding) or feeling less tired than the day before.

This is the last week before the cycle starts over again. Tuesday I go for my check-up and blood work and then Thursday I have the second treatment. I'm hoping they can adjust the medicines a bit so I'm not sick this time.

Two more cards in the mail yesterday. One from my Colorado teammates, one from Rob's home church. I need to count to see how many I've received. So far there hasn't been one duplicate. Rob just finished reading the book Kelly gave him. In the back the author quantifies a bunch of different things -- including how many cards they received, how much they spent on travel, treatment etc. I may have to start keeping a tally myself, and save it for when we write our own story.

No big plans for the weekend. Kelly is going to New Brunswick so she won't be out. Wally and Jen are meeting us at the airport. They're flying south for a week. We get to keep their car. Mom gets to keep the kids. It is the Home Show weekend, but we won't go for fear of me catching something. My white cells just don't have the capacity to deal with germs right now.