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Since it had been quite a while since I have posted on this blog I figured I would change things up seeing how that is all I have done this past year is see changes in my body & my life. I hope to be a little more punctual at posting and checking back her, feel free to leave me comments! You know how fun it is to get mail- :-) Anyway, I hope you enjoy what you see & read.

Monday, February 28, 2011

2 more to go!

As usual when I got to the cancer center for my chemo today they took some blood to see if my cell count was up- I should say so! 10,000 is good, last week I was down to 1900.  Today my count was at 13,000! WooHoo! I received my chemo today and only have 2 more to go; then it's on to radiation for 6-8 weeks. I do get a brief respite tho', for a couple of weeks before the radiation starts. I am still fighting like a girl and feel as tho' I am ahead of the game, let's hope so!
   Today I am adding a bit to my blog for a friend. She had a new baby in January and seems to be feeling a bit blue these days. you may remember, not doing all she should for two children- we all know better if we are mamas. Her story reminded me tho' of my sister and her little T-bone who would get rather cranky every afternoon before his daddy got home. Cry for hours, or so it seemed. Whether it just stopped when he did arrive or he had to hold him to quiet him, it helped peace be restored to the household.  Well, it seems that my friend has this same situation going on., and as I read her story, I remembered my wonderful mother cross-stitching a beautiful poem for my dear sis. Maybe just to ease her mind maybe just out of the love she so willing gave and still does to her girls, no actually to everyone she meets. Ok, I am rambling a bit- anyway here is the poem; I hope it helps others in this "new mom " stage of their lives.
This one is as old as the hills (and me)! It is the last refrain from "Song for a 5th Child" by Ruth Hamilton.
"Mother, oh Mother, come shake out your cloth, Empty the dustpan, poison the moth,
Hang out the washing and butter the bread,
Sew on a button and make up a bed.
Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?
She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.
Oh, I've grown shiftless as Little Boy Blue
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).
Dishes are waiting and bills are past due
(Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek, peekaboo).
The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew
And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo
But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.
Look! Aren't her eyes the most wonderful hue?
(Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo).

The cleaning and scrubbing will wait till tomorrow,
For children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.
So quiet down, cobwebs. Dust go to sleep.
I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep."
So, my dear friends with new babies, love them and rock them and let those dust-bunnies sleep and tell those cobwebs to quiet down as well, you to your loved ones have songs to sing and stories to tell. sweet dreams everyone, love ya, Kathy


  1. Way to go Kathy! Love ya and think of you often. Lana

  2. Hey I am so glad about the blood counts! I feel for your friend, we ALL have been there. I remember that poem on the wall, and boy he was cranky. Tell your friend how Tim would be waiting at the end of the driveway in his stroller for his poor big sister after school...

  3. Too funny Christa! Who'd a thunk it! lol ...that he would turn out to be such a great guy!

  4. YaHoooooooooooooo for you! Yes, I loved that poem. Now, Christa...it wasn't EVERY day! lol!