Hubby has been supporting me financially for over 5 years, working all
day at a tough job, getting up an hour early to dress a recalcitrant 5
year old and put him on the school bus, dressing another obstinate
pre-schooler (3) and taking him to school, coming home from work for a
meal, washing dishes & cleaning up, then putting the two wild children
to bed. Every night. For 7 months. So I can lie around and recover.

One reason why chemo has gone so well for me, besides pure luck of the
genetic draw, is that I've been fortunate to have so much help from
family. And when family started to burn out, hubby got a fat raise and
bonus and said - hire a mother's helper, which I did.

And he's still wiping pre-school behinds and wrastling them into and
out of their clothes every day. The man works all the time, at home and
on the job. He deserves every bit of nice dinner he got.

One thing about dealing with cancer - if you have reasons to stop
thinking about yourself, it seems your treatment goes better. Prayer,
meditation, and being of service to others in whatever capacity you can
- the best prescription. Works on all ailments, minor as well as major.
(And don't forget nice long walks and plenty of rest).

Leila