thankfully, the missing gift has been brought back. i told the mother of the kid who was harrassing my D by knocking on the door, buzzing the buzzer that her kid was doing it again - this had been an issue i spoke to her before. she told me it wouldn't be happening again cuz they were moving cuz of racism. i told her i was so sorry to hear that, offered her a hug which she refused. this was before the gift went missing.
after we found the empty package, i wrote a note, asking for the bracelet to be returned cuz it was for my D to get thru her 3 weeks of radiation treatment. the next morning the bracelet and the note were at our door, along w/ some other stuff. it was all in a bag, so we just brought it in, figuring if the kid wanted his shoes and bag back, he could come get it.
the rest of this treatment for her has certainly been taking its toll. both of us are pretty shot mentally, emotionally, and physically. she's been running a low-grade fever since week one, which always saps one's strength. people are very encouraging, very upbeat - you can do this, you got it, you must be happy the first 2 weeks are over, all kinds of sayings of that ilk, but honestly, it doesn't help too much. kind of puts pressure on to 'stay strong', and what if she can't? is she letting everyone down then? the anxiety ramps up and that's not good at all.
so, we try to ignore those kinds of cheerleading expressions, just get thru each one, each day, eating a lot, playing computer games, just get thru till nighttime and hopefully sleep - i've decided to quit worrying about meds right now, i need to be able to sleep! - and face another day of this. it has not gotten easier. 3 more to go.
after we found the empty package, i wrote a note, asking for the bracelet to be returned cuz it was for my D to get thru her 3 weeks of radiation treatment. the next morning the bracelet and the note were at our door, along w/ some other stuff. it was all in a bag, so we just brought it in, figuring if the kid wanted his shoes and bag back, he could come get it.
the rest of this treatment for her has certainly been taking its toll. both of us are pretty shot mentally, emotionally, and physically. she's been running a low-grade fever since week one, which always saps one's strength. people are very encouraging, very upbeat - you can do this, you got it, you must be happy the first 2 weeks are over, all kinds of sayings of that ilk, but honestly, it doesn't help too much. kind of puts pressure on to 'stay strong', and what if she can't? is she letting everyone down then? the anxiety ramps up and that's not good at all.
so, we try to ignore those kinds of cheerleading expressions, just get thru each one, each day, eating a lot, playing computer games, just get thru till nighttime and hopefully sleep - i've decided to quit worrying about meds right now, i need to be able to sleep! - and face another day of this. it has not gotten easier. 3 more to go.