I'm a Weeble...

and as we all know: Weebles Wobble But They Don't Fall Down.

No matter what is thrown my way these days...and there has been a lot, much more than would be appropriate to put into a blog...I somehow keep managing to pop back up. Yes I do fall over. I go out, I appear to have tons of energy, be animated and engaged and then as soon as I am hope I go to bed.

For about a week to ten days after each chemo round, I am very low functioning. Then there is daily life of a single mom with a teen and a tween, that requires some sharp thinking which is on the other end of the continuum from chemo brain. Then there are interactions with the outside world. I have been saying for about a week now: "I'm just one side of crazy, but I'm not sure which."

On Saturday I was on the wrong side of crazy and realized yesterday that I must, must, must be much more judicious with my energy expenditure if I am going to somehow be able to "buy" an big fat life extension.

Luckily for me I have the resilient gene. I am a weeble and thankfully weebles wobble but they don't fall down.

http://www.weebles-wobble.com/


http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Weeble



And, of course, today's post would not be complete without a mention of our Canucks who are leading the first series of the playoffs against the Blues 3-0.

My resident statistician informs me that only two teams in the entire NHL history have come back from being down 3-0 in any series.

I made Zack cross when we were watching the final minutes of yesterday's game. I said "I feel sorry for the Blues." Zack looked at me in horror, asking me how on earth I could say that and telling me that I must leave the room if I planned on continuing on with that tack. I said that I a mom and I just can't help it but I did zip it as there is nothing more fun that watching playoff hockey with my boy when it's the Canucks who are playing and whoopin' the Blues.