Doing Good
Spirits high
Have you ever been so bloated that you wished you could stick a pin in yourself to just release the pressure? (And then imagine yourself flying around the room?) Just me? Last week anything I ate, anything, sent me into full on inflamed, bloated gut. It was wild. I felt like Violet Beauregarde.
Despite my gastric hardships, Adam and I managed a sweet day trip to celebrate 9 years of being wed. I love that guy. He’s really the peanut butter to my jelly. Also, 10 million points to Santa Barbara for being so close and so beautiful. I’m grateful that though I can’t travel far, I can travel to and through stunning beauty.
So, I’m doing good. Spirits are high. Pains are low.
Yes, bloated is the right word...thank you for posting about your journey...it’s helping me to traverse my own cancer journey, and shows that I’m not alone in how and what I feel.
This makes me really happy to read. Not the bloating stuff but the PB&J stuff and also the Santa Barbara stuff but mostly those last 3 sentences which put a smile on my face. xxoo