"Goin' to California with an aching in my heart...."

Just finished my second round of chemo this weekend on the new regimen and have been feeling fine. No nausea, not a lot of pain. So far, so good. Hopefully this will still be the case in a week for my upcoming trip to California. I leave Thursday, Dr. approved, counts high, and tomorrow I get my Neulasta shot to keep them that way.
In the chemo chair today, was enjoying a mix cd a friend made for me and was thinking how special it is to have people take the time to think of songs they think you'll like and hope you'll enjoy the same stuff they like. It's nice. I love to make music for people, too, but often find most don't appreciate it like I do.
Oh, well, it gives me something to do, anyways, to relieve the boredom. Lately have been crocheting. Self-taught, thank you very much. Well, I have had some help from various library books, but feel I have potential for a baby blanket, which is my next project. So many people having babies all around me, I've got to do something crafty for them. It's nice to get somewhat-amateurish crafty things from that cancer girl who sits around all day and has nothing better to do. Recently, my older nephew asked me what I do all day.....like it was this incredible thing he couldn't imagine. No school, no job, no friends in the neighborhood to call upon, no cool video games....what could I possible do?! Well, I told him, I watch a lot of T.V., which instantly satisfied an "OOOHHH!" from his lips, and told him I like arts and crafts type stuff, desperately searching for something cool I could claim, but coming up quite short. However, once I asked him what he did besides school, he illicited an excited "video game" response, which reminded me, I, too, download and avidly play games on my computer. This garnered small praise and I was back in the loop. He then proceeded to show me some "cool online games" I could download and play without paying.....yay!......
I feel I handled the awkardness of the situation with great ease and tried not to act like the teenager who suddenly felt like the most uncool girl in class, which I did feel to the nth degree. Surprising how one little comment can bring us back to our childhood, desperately trying to fill the void and fit in, find others who have similar interests so ours don't seem so lame.
Afterwards, I thought, geez, he's only 14, what do I care?