It's a beautiful day in the neighborhood...

I wanted to run forever this morning, but I had to take my mom to her first chemo treatment. My dad was out of town till this afternoon. 

My favorite flowers are beginning to bloom, as are the lilacs. These combine with the abundant  apple blossoms and it smells heavenly here. The wind has decided to be a breeze, which makes running more of a joy and less of a chore. So I enjoyed running for about an hour in the early morning sun, then went home.

Adam has been having his hand wrapped in a plastic bag when he showers to protect his stitches. He had the outer ones removed yesterday and the fake nail taken off. The doctor said he didn't need to keep the wound dry anymore. So Adam asked me this morning if he could shower without wrapping the hand and I said, "Yup."

After my run, I encountered Adam in the kitchen. His hand looked the same as it had before he asked me about showering. I asked if he had showered yet, and he said yes. Then I realized that he had showered without taking off his dressing or splint--both of which are supposed to remain dry.

Sigh.

I must learn to be more explicit with that child.

Chemo with my mom took nearly six hours. My dad arrived during the last hour, so I left to go grocery shopping. I don't want to deal with this, but one doesn't get to choose the things that make us uncomfortable. My mom told me she was grateful I was the one to take her this morning. She said my dad gets too nervous. I wanted to cry the whole time the nurse was telling us about the chemicals they'd be using, the side-effects, the process... I'm not sure why.

I think I'll make something with black beans for dinner.