HER Moments

I'm introducing a new label here at The Big "C," in honor of Genentech literature, and the recommendation to "live each moment as though it were a full life."

Because I've been having a lot of "moments" lately.

I don't want to plead chemo-brain. That's just like pleading PMS, isn't it? I mean, my behavior is my behavior, regardless of what causes it.

But if I'm looking for an explanation . . .

The first HER moment was a few weeks ago when I planned to make tuna salad for dinner. This dish requires hard boiled eggs. I set them in the water. Turned the gas heat on.

And then left the house.

I don't even remember having a good intention at the time like, "Let me help Joshua get his shoes on for a minute," or "I'm just going to dash outside to make sure the kids are OK."

I just left the house. Sat down in front. Got to chatting with my neighbor, JenJen.

About, oh, an hour later, I smacked my head and said, "I'M BOILING EGGS!"

Raced inside. Smelled them. They were hard boiled, all right.

The water was gone, the pot was black and the eggs were cracked and burned within their shells.

After dousing them with cold water and opening all the windows, I went back outside. The whole cul-de-sac was stinky.

We ate out that night.

The most recent HER moment was yesterday. I had a meeting to go to at our church to be trained as a leader for AWANA. I knew it was on September 1. I'd told Bryan the kids and I would be gone that evening so he'd have a night to himself. I got ready for it as though it were a big night out. I wore not only a wig, but a skirt and blouse, too.

Buckled the kids in. Drove up to the church. Into the parking lot and Gemma said, "There aren't a lot of cars here, Mom."

No. That's because last night was August 31, not September 1. It's not like I didn't know. Chris mentioned during the protein treatment, 'Can you believe tomorrow's September 1 already?' and I wrote the date "August 31" in my homeschool notebook that afternoon.

Despite the clear evidence I knew the date to be one in August and not September, and despite my knowing that the meeting was scheduled for September 1, I went to the meeting anyway.

So. 2 more moments I could live as though they were a full life. Or, er, 2 full lives, I guess.