German sausages are the wurst

So we got Giordano's for Melissa, a final taste of Chicago before she must leave tomorrow. No sausage, though. I reward myself with food, so it seemed like this made a lot of sense as a thank you meal. Perhaps TSA will allow her to take the leftovers?

It was such a blessing to have her here this week. The boys miss her already. Jensen won't have his "I need a grownup Muhwissa" to help him find things he "no know where it is." Cohen understands that "my cousins need their mom back." We just wish she could stay. Thank you, Melissa!

Liz's feet burned and tingled all day, her hands hurt when she tries to grab/grip, and now her knees are aching. Still all "normal" with chemo, but the pain is tough to deal with. And sometimes the only food that sounds good is the one that'll make you sick. One day at a time... Some extra rest will hopefully help us all. Cohen prayed tonight that "Aunt Melissa will get home safe and help her family, and bless Mom that the medicine works the first time." Amen.

A little marketing study, final exam prep for stats and accounting, and negotiations planning, then I'm off to bed. Excited to wrestle with the boys in the morning, they've missed their dad. Right back at them.

Go Team Liz!