The last two days, which were the first two of the second cycle of chemo, have been rough.
It is great that Faina has had good energy the later part of today. The morning was not great. I left the room to fix a cup of tea and when I got back, she was crying, "I don't have a life." Not too long after, she refocused, remembered a project she had in mind and we were off to Home Depot. She picked a plant, we got some shelving, then moved on to Homegoods and returned shoes to Marshalls' ("I'm never going to need those shoes," she said).
Two weeks in a row of memorable challot delivered. Russell picked up a wonderful one last week and today Cheryl and Mark were the shlichim bring four of Janice's homemade challot. The kitchen smells like Shabbat.
Faina received a few beautiful notes this week, two from a patients, one from good friends, another from her office, and a stack from a second grade class that brought great joy and laughter.
Candle lighting time. Shabbat Shalom!
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