I don’t know where my day went! I woke up in a panic because I decided to have a little birthday party for Boo this weekend but then completely forgot that I had chemo scheduled for Thursday and Friday. I think it might be useful for me to start using a calendar at some point in my life. I definitely overdid it a tad yesterday because I felt super nauseous all morning…but that was soon fixed by a 10am emergency trip to El Pollo Loco. I don’t know why it works, but it does.
I ran as many errands as I could today and then the school called that Boo had a fever so I went and picked her up. She napped on the couch while I did some spray painting outside. This evening she was eating chicken noodle soup and she smiled this angelic smile at Mr. LBB and said “this is great soup, Daddy.”
I think I’ll go to El Pollo Loco tomorrow morning at 10am too. And my body will magically transform a $1.35 burrito into super blogging energy. And I’ll probably overdo it again. Story of my life. But I like to live it up
































You just knock down every wall in your wall, don’t you girl?!?!? I LOVE it.
xoxoxoxo.
…okay that was supposed to say wall in your way. oy.
I’ve had that Pollo Loco, and it is pretty tasty. I can see it working wonders.
I wish we had it here.
Keep living it up, Lady!
Hi Ashley,
My name is If’at (pronounced IF-AAT). I’m Israeli, living in Israel (hence the Hebrew name), married to Jonathan and mother to Edan (7 year old 2nd grader prince charming) and Danielle (5 year old preschooler doll).
I don’t know you. You don’t know me. And yet, here i am for the second day in a row, spending the better part of my free time reading your journal, chronicles, posts, however you prefer to call them.
I can’t offer you any sort of help.
I can only share my thoughts with you, and these are:
Your strength, your humor, your faith, your optimism, are all an inspiration.
i can’t even begin to imagine everything that you’re going through, and everything that you will still have to endure. And yet, as frikish as it may sound, I am confident that you will beat the cancer.
A person with your kind of soul, light, strength, such a person is a winner.
YOU are a winner. And an inspiration.
I wish you easy and forgiving days and nights.
And i look forward to reading more from you.
Will it be weird if i send you a cyber hug? But i do send you a really HUGE one…
All the best,
If’at.
I wish I were closer to help you with Boo’s party! Take it easy, Mama!
I always knew fast food has Super Powers!
If EPL is living it up, then you deserve to live it up EVERY DAY! xox
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As for the Chicken Pollo helping you… I remember being told that french fries can help with nausea. I wonder if it is greasy food that is helping? Whatever it is, I’m so glad you have something to count on for relief.
I know 2 different people who’ve been battling cancer for about 10 years each, and both are at difficult points right now. So your story is especially touching to me. And inspiring. Keep choosing joy and believing in miracles!
I knew I liked you…..Crazy Chicken Shack AND doughnuts…..oh and your crafty. So many great qualities in one person
I love that soup from Pollo Loco…makes me miss Arizona and California. We live in West Virginia now.
Yum! We go out of the way to make a stop at El Pollo Loco any time it’s possible. Too bad we don’t live anywhere close now!
Hey Ashley….wow just had a huge God moment….saw your picture and linked from JF’s webpage and God led me to read your amazing story….as I viewed your blog I was shocked to realize that my neice played golf with your sister at UT!!! What a small world….I will continue to pray for you and remember God has Got this!
Jennifer
“Trust in the Lord with all your heart, And lean not on your own understanding; In all your ways acknowledge Him, And He shall direct your paths.”
*sigh* I miss Pollo Loco
You Go Girl!!!
Gosh!… I just don’t remember those flavors (Sooooo long time…) “Pollo Loco” takes me to a wonderful moment of my life… Thanks for the memories.