This last chemo totally kicked my ass. It was the worst one yet. Monday was my worst day yet. I’m starting to feel a lot better, thankfully. Only one AC chemo to go!
I’ve been back in the office the past couple of days, and I’ve been reminded of how much I love what I do. I have been meeting with really great people. The type of clients that make you grateful for the chance to help them through such a hard time in their lives. I never get tired of hearing, “I feel so much better after talking to you. I think I’ll finally be able to sleep tonight." I love that. It makes all the bad stuff worth it.
Business is going well. This is a bankruptcy firm’s busy season, and in the last two weeks things have exploded. I love going into the office and being crazy busy all day. That said, I’m way behind on everything, and need to start bringing work home with me in order to get caught up. Missing days because of chemo is not ideal.
Today I received a notice from the court telling me I have been appointed to represent a defendant in a criminal matter. Our public defender system is overrun, so sometimes a judge will appoint private counsel to represent indigent defendants. It’s now my turn. I have managed to go 6 ½ years without this happening, so I guess it’s about time. It sounds like it may start happening more frequently, based upon the letter I received. I’m choosing to look at it as an opportunity, instead of as a bad thing. I may not get paid, but I bet I learn something.
In other news, my appetite has returned after almost a week of not wanting to eat. Jackson and I are celebrating by eating pizza while we hang out in our blanket fort, which he calls a castle. I’ll have him for the next six nights. I’m planning fun stuff for us to do. I think a trip to the Magic House this weekend sounds like a fun mommy/son date.