This is my attractive self with hot packs on my face, pleading for my head to clear out.
If anyone has had a really bad sinus infection, you know the feeling.
Except when you have a really bad sinus infection, you have these little bones behind your ears that are shaped like a tupperware bowl to hold the leftovers, saving your face from some of that pressure that already feels so awful and painful.
Unless you have cochlear implants, because during that surgery your mastoid bones are removed, which means there is no place for the leftover nastiness to go when you are sick.
And so my face felt like it was going to explode, and I had to take the threat seriously since a lymph node already had.
It was a really gross weekend, where an infection in my lymphatic system made me feel like the worst head cold ever, and then the infection caused by being all clogged up in my sinuses made my lymphatic system worse, and all that besides the pain in my leg where that one lymph node swelled up bigger than a golf ball before breaking through the skin like a hot poker.
I am really trying to spare you the details, but this has been my life for the last week. I am so sick of cancer, and so grossed out by cancer, and so exhausted by cancer, and so done with cancer. I am so sick of being sick.
Except, I am better.
And I am grateful.
Other than the wound itself needing to heal, and it is done draining now (more gross), my leg is healing well and the pain is gone. Not only does my leg not hurt any more, but the pain that racked my whole body is gone. Grateful, grateful, grateful. My head is still stuffy, but not as bad, and I can at least breathe again. I am healing slowly but well, and have been able to work this week at a slower pace while everyone is rescheduling or cancelling anyway. I even was able to reclaim my house from the Christmasnado:
So the story is that I pretty much missed all of Christmas break crying in pain, but got better just in time to have to go to work. Classic.
Except that it is how I provide for my family, and so I am grateful, and also work is way better than cancer. Most days.
To close out the last of my whining, my cell counts are still off because I am still sick, but they are better because I am better, and I would not be alive without your prayers. So thank you for that.
Foster kid update: Three and Sister are officially leaving Monday, so please say your goodbyes this weekend! They are excited but scared, and mostly focused on getting to fly on an airplane. We will miss them, as the group of kids we have right now are so sweet and good, and it has been a really cohesive group, but it will also be nice to be back down to four… for as long as we can get away with it!
In other news, and to cheer things up, the weird phone app issues are fixed, I think, so now I can show you that Nathan is having a flashback to the 90’s today:
He cracks me up. I love that guy.