{"id":146,"date":"2015-06-02T18:34:56","date_gmt":"2015-06-03T01:34:56","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/?p=146"},"modified":"2015-06-02T18:34:56","modified_gmt":"2015-06-03T01:34:56","slug":"lost-time","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/?p=146","title":{"rendered":"Lost Time"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When you are on the chemotherapy roller coaster, you lose time. With each 3-week cycle I begin with a weekend of sleep. So much sleep you think I&#8217;d go insane but, I&#8217;m so tired and my body so needs it, that I simply rest as I need to. I can tell when I&#8217;m starting to\u00a0feel better because I begin to get fussy and fidgety about being stuck sleeping the days away. After my 4th treatment I lost most of Saturday, Sunday and half of Monday. Time flies when you are going through chemo.<\/p>\n<p>Thing is, I&#8217;m also missing things. Missing all of the birthday parties my daughter has been invited to. Her T-ball practices. I miss my small but growing social life. I know. It will all come back but really what I miss is hanging out with my daughter and seeing her enjoy each of her activities. I used to be the main &#8220;birthday parent&#8221; but now, that&#8217;s all changed and I&#8217;m the parent that everyone hears about but no one sees. It&#8217;ll be nice to be back for all of the events. I miss taking pictures of her at all of the events- sharing them on FB with friends and family. Documenting her life as she gets older. That&#8217;s something I like to do. There&#8217;s just a bit of a hole in my archives for now. I&#8217;ll have to learn to deal&#8230;..<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When you are on the chemotherapy roller coaster, you lose time. With each 3-week cycle I begin with a weekend of sleep. So much sleep you think I&#8217;d go insane but, I&#8217;m so tired and my body so needs it, &hellip; <a href=\"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/?p=146\">Continue reading <span class=\"meta-nav\">&rarr;<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-146","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-uncategorized"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=146"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":147,"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/146\/revisions\/147"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=146"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=146"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.notwhatihadplanned.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=146"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}