A little better

It turns out that I had a generic form of one of the antiemetic meds in our closet. I've gone from a person who only took Advil when my leg hurt following surgery to someone with so many prescription bottles in her closet that she doesn't know what she has. Anyway, I took a pill last night and again this morning, and I'm feeling a little better. I hope to get in two more pills today and then stop, since you cannot drink alcohol with this medication. I want it out of my system by tomorrow evening so I can enjoy the party. On the other hand, Ed is usually the designated driver, so maybe this year I should take a pass and let him have a drink. Does that count as a Christmas gift???

Despite my lack of holiday cheeriness, I know how blessed I am. If not for Ed, I don't know what I would do or how I would manage. Over the weekend, he insisted on rubbing moisturizer on my bald spot because it looked dry. That might not sound like much, but for a woman who is mortified by her hair loss, that was just the sweetest gesture. Like Ed, so many of you touch me with your love, support, encouragement and advice, and I hope that I let you know often enough and sincerely enough how much you mean to me and how much I love you. You are all why I keep plugging along -- well, that and my hope to get back to Paris next year.

If you are still shopping, wrapping, baking, decorating, or traveling, be careful, enjoy yourself, and try not to get too overwhelmed. Take a few minutes to count your blessings and enjoy the true warmth of the season.