My favorite time of the day, early morning when the kids leave for school and Iqbal sleeps in. It is the time of day that I get caught up in the news, drink my coffee and just sit and relax.
I want to dedicate this page to amount of support I have received from everyone. When I started this blog it was to update friends and family on my health. I also wanted to provide a window to Muslim Women around the world that life goes on with Cancer. With any hardship in life, we turn to family and freinds to get us through. So when I got diagnosed, I wanted to reach out to other women who had gone through the same thing I did. The first person I reached out to was a co-worker who I was friendly with but never really close. I aslo looked up Muslim / Afghan women who had gone through this but found nothing. So I joined the Young Breast support group on-line and read the blogs and comments from the privacy of my home. In the past year, the Young survivor has become my source of information and my co-workers has become a 5th sister. They say people come to your life for a reason that only God has planned for!
So again, thank you for your prayers and support! It means a lot to me.
On the home front, last night I had an "Aha" moment with my son. I cooked his favorite food (Dal) and he got upset and said he doesn't like it. He said I am not a good Afghan cook (so many critics). For the last week this kid has been acting up. He has been screaming and crying over everything. I swear there must have been a full moon somewhere for him to be acting like this. It finally hit me that he is upset over my surgery because last night he asked how long I will be in the hospital. We know kids cannot talk out their emotions so they act up. Later at night I talked to him and told him he hurt my feelings because I was thinking about him at 3pm and cooked his favorite food. He said he liked it but would rather have been asked what he wants (so I named all his favorite foods and told him I knew him better then he knew himself). He laughed and said I was right - we called it a nite. Today is Nina's day but off course the controlling girl that she is, she left me a note that she wants Hot Dogs with pudding for dinner on her nite.
As for my big day -- I am starting to get nervous and excited about Thursday. I spoke to my girlfriend about her surgery and she told me the first week home will be tough. I went to the medical supply store and put the hospital bed on hold. If my insurance will not pay for it, I can rent it for $150 a month. For the first three weeks they are telling me I will have trouble getting up from a flat bed. I need to go grocery shopping today to stock up the fridge, pack my hospital bag and vacuum this living room that never gets clean.