Gary's on nights, I'm on the ironing.   Ive got the holiday stuff and a basket load from before the holiday.  I won't be able to do any after Monday for a while (hoorah).  

I met a woman I've seen regularly in the park for the last three years or so, walking her dog Spike.  She told me she'd had breast cancer in 2004, when she had a 7 month old baby and a two year old baby.  She had a mastectomy, chemotherapy and radiation, like I will have.  She lost her hair but did not get sick, got weary but was never knocked out.  She gave me lots of positivity, confidence, advice.  She said to stop when you need to, do what you can when you can but be kind to yourself.