After a successful day, Justin is tired, miserable and vomiting. I took a break from holding the barf bowl to do some emotional eating. Not even catching vomit can keep me from my Oreos.
I was hoping to have Nicky and Michael visit tomorrow, but they have colds. We can’t risk even a stuffy nose on the oncology floor. I miss them.
“From the end of the earth I will cry to You; when my heart faints, lead me to the rock that is higher than I.” Psalm 61:2