On second thought...

After Jess's last round of chemo, I was very excited when she didn't throw up (something she did the first round). However, I think I may have given the impression that she had a great weekend complete with a light jog up Mount Everest and a sprint down the other side. The truth is when I said she was feeling tired, I meant Firestone tired. When I said she was able to rest, I meant she slept like a cat or a hibernating bear. I was also excited about how well the anti-nausea medicine worked, but it was a little like taking an advil when you get a headache. Before you take the advil, your head hurts and then it might not make it go completely away. So it has been with nausea. Jess really has been doing much better this time, although the symptoms are lasting longer. However, if you happen to say to Jess "I'm so glad you're doing great" please be aware that a certain husband will have an imaginary friend named Snoopy the next few days because he will be in the doghouse. When you see her say, "I'm so glad you're doing OK." Do not vary from the script. For example do not say "I'm so sorry that you are overcome with fatigue and near death" or "I'm sorry you had a bad weekend but I'm glad you're still with us" because she is neither of these things. She is an incredible woman who somehow managed to go to Katelyn's choir recital on Friday when she felt terrible and who has discovered a new joy even when she feels like crying.