You too could be the owner of 2 dwarf hamsters if you were lucky enough to be my children right now!

(Disclaimer: This is not our actual hamster. I swiped this photo off of the
Internet. No, we are not planning on eating our hamsters!)
The guilt got the best of me. The guilt has been overwhelming. For over a month, during these intense treatments, I have probably spent nearly 75% of my time in bed. My body feels broken. I feel worthless. I think the most difficult thing has been the inability for me to carry on the roles that have made up my life for so many years. I have tried to be a good wife, a good mom, a good employee...now I feel good for, well, not much. The kicker happened last week during one of my high fevers. I was laying in bed, sleeping in fits and starts, when my kids got home from school. My daughter decided to craw into bed with me and watch TV. She stayed with me for hours. Every time I gained a bit of consciousness I found my dear little girl holding my hand, rubbing it ever so gently. So sweet...yet so wrong. It's just not supposed to work that way.
I know this will pass. At least I hope this will pass. Sometimes thoughts about possibly getting to the point where I can't maintain the life I built for myself creep in. I am just telling myself over and over that these treatments are going to make me even better able to fulfill all of my roles in life for a longer period of time. It's just going to take time. No pain, no gain...right? Hopefully, they will give me more energy when all is said and done.
This brings us back to the silly little hamsters. I mustered enough energy on Sunday afternoon to get the kids out for a couple hours. We went to
Panera, which is right across
from the pet store. My kids have been begging for a pet forever. The answer has always been, "We don't need another thing to take care of...we can barely take care of ourselves". The kids wanted to go to the pet store and I agreed that we could look, but that we were NOT buying anything. We walked out with two tiny little hamsters and all of the
fixin's that we needed to give them a cozy little home with us. My heart just hurts for these kids right now. They seem to be doing great. Both are cruising along in school and are not having behavior issues that we have noticed. Yet, I still feel guilty that I can't be the mom they deserve right now. Hence, I bought them hamsters.
In working with kids with parents with cancer in the past, I know that having these kids work with animals is a great way for them to learn about caring for the sick loved one. Maybe they will learn a couple lessons from little "Lilly" and "Casey"? I just hope my little guy doesn't squeeze his too tight! We'll see...