My dear readers, thank you for being patient with my unplanned days off last week.
On Tuesday, I got a text from my Dad- on my way to your place. I knew he was on a road trip to check on their new house, but this was unexpected. I panicked at first, thinking the old house was not clean enough for him. Maybe you remember he had a bone marrow transplant a few months ago, and with a transplant comes many restrictions regarding germs, kids, dust, pets. The old house has all of that.
Dad is not as concerned about germs as I am. Perhaps, I am too worried about it, but I used the
few hours I had to tidy up the place. Dad is doing great nine weeks post-transplant. I feel like I need to pinch myself just to make sure he's really okay. He made cookies and played Legos with the boys. He watched E's swim practice and stayed with Koko when I took the kids to school. He even warmed up the car and
walked Truman on another one of our frustratingly cold mornings.
Sometimes, one day with family, one day of help, even with the little things,
is enough to recharge for weeks.
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Dad is not as concerned about germs as I am. Perhaps, I am too worried about it, but I used the
few hours I had to tidy up the place. Dad is doing great nine weeks post-transplant. I feel like I need to pinch myself just to make sure he's really okay. He made cookies and played Legos with the boys. He watched E's swim practice and stayed with Koko when I took the kids to school. He even warmed up the car and
walked Truman on another one of our frustratingly cold mornings.
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| - after school cookies and E's homemade volcano - |
Sometimes, one day with family, one day of help, even with the little things,
is enough to recharge for weeks.
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