Some days are good...some days not so good.  As it turned out, yesterday was a not-so-good day in terms of how I felt and what my body decided to do.  (Nausea, salutes to the porcelain god, rejection of pain medication and a hello from my liver tumors to remind me of the battle ahead.)

Even so, there were bright moments amidst the darkness.  The on-call doctor was very responsive and helpful (especially when talking to Dan, who was more coherent than yours truly).  Dan was so amazingly attentive it gives me a lump in my throat to think about.  Cindy, Ken and Mom were concerned and at the same time, low key.  So when I had to take to my bed, I did.

I think we've got a new, micro-dose regimen under control now, so the pain is better and the nausea seems to be gone (thank the Lord for compazine).  Today may be shaping up to be a recuperation, status quo day.

A few weeks ago, I journaled what I believe is an original saying.  It's helping me to get through the harder days (as is Psalm 139).  I wrote:

"I can learn from yesterday.  I can prepare for tomorrow.  But I can only live today."

So my focus is on each day, even when they're the tough ones.  Days like yesterday remind me of how much I have to be grateful for--my hubby, my doctors, my friends and family.  I don't relish them...but I treasure the small blessings tucked in among the aches and pains.  As for tomorrow?  Well, I'm hoping for one step forward. 

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