He didn't like the casserole, and he didn't like my cake. He said my biscuits were too hard, not like his mother use to make. I didn't perk the coffee right, he didn't like the stew. I didn't mend his socks the way his mother use to do. I pondered for an answer, I was looking for a clue. Then I turned around and smacked the crap out of him. Like his mother use to do.
Morning everyone!
I just have to share some good news with you ......
Yesterday I finally finished 6 months or 8 cycles of chemo!
In spite of severe side effects I managed to continue at full strength.
Thank you all so much for your support and encouragement and a special "Thank you" to jj (Jan) for all the extra care and love.
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