Post-Partum Blues

I've decided that I'm suffering from a kind of 'post-partum-blues.'  I think this is partly due to the let down and end of the county wide food drive that I've been working on since February.  Along with working every day this week, Todd and the toxic-toad, and Sam I am, once again at the end of the week, totally exhausted.  

Sam's tumor has unfortunately gotten bigger.  The Chinese herbs that I've been giving him don't seem to be working to shrink its size.  I ordered new ones that arrived on Wednesday, but my fear is that we missed the window of time where they would have been effective.  Sam does seem to feel pretty well, but I've started him on pain medication to ease any discomfort he may be having.  I've not yet been able to take him to see 'the Mom' of his previous family.  She's been undergoing medical treatment this past week, so I am hoping next week she'll feel well enough for us to meet.

When I finally arrived home this afternoon, I felt consumed by sadness for Sam and a few other things that have occurred.  But in a moment when I was almost totally lost in those feelings, I turned on the hose to water my flowers and Todd became excited about the chance to play.

A couple of minutes of watching him have fun and my blues were gone.  

Just in time for the weekend.