Friday, November 30, 2007
OK, when you find out you have breast cancer, they put you on this fast-moving roller coaster and for most women, within two weeks of the diagnosis you've seen a surgeon, probably already gotten a sentinel node biopsy (wow but they hurt) and maybe have scheduled your surgery. Being a contrarian in SO MANY WAYS I went about things a little differently by doing my chemotherapy first (at the suggestion of my savvy surgeon) and then scheduling my surgery. Most women never see the radiation oncologist until after chemo and surgery. BY CHANCE I actually got to meet the radiation onc out here because he came to the breast cancer support group in October. He is THE radiation onc for this area. But he came here from the University of South Carolina medical research establishment and after doing some big studies. More than any other thing, cancer is a disease which is treated via a statistical world view. I knew I needed to "pick this man's brain." And today Jenn and I went and picked and questioned and questioned and questioned AND questioned!
By using some of the information he gave me a couple weeks ago, and expanding on it, I got a great nugget of information that feels like a real super positive piece of information that really lifts my spirits and hopes.
One of the great downers of being triple negative is the fact that something like 60% of women have a recurrence of breast cancer within the first two years after diagnosis and treatment. Cancer recurrence is not a good thing. I can reduce my statistical chances of distant or local recurrences to a certain degree, but the long term statistics for us triple negative girls is downright GRIM (and depressing!). He was able to enlighten me as to why. It turns out that the vast majority of triple negative women do not discover their cancer until the cancer is much more advanced than in my case. The tumor is usually bigger upon discovery and it is very common for the lymph glands to be much more involved. So, here I've been figuring I probably had something like two or three years left to live. What he's explained to me is that because I found my tumor at a much smaller and earlier stage, and because on my Sentinel Node Biopsy I had a very convincing negative for involvement in the lymph system (ergo, the cancer is not yet actively in my blood stream), I have something like a 90 to 95 percent chance of living 5 or more years cancer free.
Now I don't know about you, but this definitely sounds like a much better deal! Now this is definitely based on his knowledge and opinion and the uncertainties of life. He can't guarantee that the cancer won't reoccur, but I like 90 to 95 percent a whole lot better than a more than halfway chance of being dead in three years.
The radiation onc has been the single most important person so far in helping me to figure out what treatments to consider next. He has a careful decision tree with easy pros and cons. Today he was able to give light to hope. How often can someone do that?! I will not make my final surgical decision until after I've talked with the folks at MD Anderson, but I have a reasonable plan and strategy for what comes next, providing no new information comes in to change my knowledge base.
The SPEED with which a cancer patient is pushed through the chute is astonishing, and yet the doctor with some of the best information is last in the information chain. If I wasn't a contrarian, if I wasn't a information hound, if I wasn't assertively seeking and self-advocating for myself, I would have never met this man until after I had made uninformed decisions! I feel very blessed to have serendipitously met him and been able to pick his brain and benefited from his knowledge and experience. It is only an accident that I got this information. If god is in the details, then god has touched my life by allowing me to encounter this man. Today, hope was hatched in a small room in western Georgia and a doctor with the strange name of Dragun midwived it.
Thursday, November 29, 2007
I have the weekend to maybe get the floor vacuumed and do some picking up, cleaning up, and maybe put up my Christmas tree. I was embarassed for Mrs. to see how chaotic things have gotten in here.
Don't let your child whine, because it is sure an unattractive feature of an adult! But she's a good Christian woman, with strong opinions about most everything. I know. She told me. ;)
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
The full moon on a crystal clear October night. The celestial feminine.
I've hired a fellow to come do a bunch of chores for me tomorrow. My roof has a couple shingles that need nailing down, a fawcet needs installing, and I'm hoping there will be enough time for him to do a few other repairs here as well. I have those dang popcorn ceilings, and there's a spot that needs repair. Then, there's the stormdoor. I got this really, really cool storm door that will allow me to get fresh air in through the nifty screen feature (Not like your grandma's screen door!). I can open the door, get fresh air, and keep the cats in. Cool! I probably have more than a day's work for him, because I also got a peep hole gizmo for the front door, so that I can actually see the boogy man before I open the front door, and not after he's eaten me.
Baby girl McDonald is doing water aerobics, much to mom's dismay. I was looking through some pictures today, and found one of me about 32 years ago with my own little girl in my belly. One of the funny things was to look through the decades at the evolution of eye glasses and hair.
The next project will be to hire someone to help me clean this place up. I'm not a good domestic on the best of days, but being puny has let the "entropies" grow and reproduce inside this place. It's time to get a shovel and do some major cleaning. That's for a different week though.
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Right now I am doing lots and lots of things to actively treat the cancer. I saw the ladies in the support group flail around today with the problem that once treatment is over, there is nothing else you can actively do to treat the cancer other than to wait and watch and wonder if or when it will come back? Life is uncertain. All of us will die. But if you hear you have cancer, you can't help but wonder if you really know what kind of death you can anticipate? I know what the statistics say about me; what will be the reality? That is the hard part of try and figure out.
Monday, November 26, 2007
I was actually watching the news report of the incident when the doorbell rang. I got up to go see who was at the door, and it was those people I most wanted to see and know were safe. That was a good feeling.
Someone brought me an incredibly huge and beautiful fern today. I have no idea who. It just appeared. It's important to remember in the uncertainty and worry of the world, that good things happen too. Even mysteriously nice things.
Word is out that I'm going to be a grammy again pretty soon. I think the little girl on the inside is getting ready to move toward the light. ;)
Sunday, November 25, 2007
I'm spending time trying to figure out what would be a gift folks would like for Christmas. It's hard this year. If anyone has anything on their "wish" list, now is the time to let me know, because it's all done by computer this year. Jenn, Eric, Christy, Kari........what is whispering in your ear?? What do the kids want? I'm serious. Let me know.
Saturday, November 24, 2007
Today was a pleasure taking Betty to the podiatrist to get her toenails cut. I made the decision about a year ago that love for my ex-MIL stopped at her ankles. So once every three months that means a trip to the podiatrist.
Betty scared me a bit. She took a stitch in her left side that was awful and couldn't get any relief. I was beginning to wonder if she was having heart issues, when she started burping elephant burps like crazy. This wouldn't have been too bad, except the podiatrist was waiting to do her toes and listening to elephant burps. The stitch moved to the other side, and after another round or elphant burps she was fine.
She wanted to go out to eat, but I thought it might be better to go home and get a breathing treatment. Unfortunately she didn't. So, we went to Bilbo's house of BBQ and she seranaded everyone there with the elephant burps. But she was happy to get out for a dinner and seemed to enjoy it. When I got her home she wanted me to stay and visit. Go figure.
Tuesday we get to go to the dermatologist. You just don't want to know why.
I probably don't look so spiffy myself lately. Together we probably look like a couple of bag ladies. We're certainly a matched set when seen out and about, I'm guessing.
Thursday, November 22, 2007
Wednesday, November 21, 2007
I get 3 different drugs: one costs $660 per treatment, one costs $1224 per treatment and the last one is (get this) $6786 per treatment. The total cost for all medical billing related to the oncologist as of 11/13/07 is $52,242. I am DEFINITELY a high maintenance woman these days!
I got a massage today, but the one last week really, really, really made a huge difference in the pain in my back. I'm so glad that whatever was causing that problem is getting worked out. I'm not nearly as cranky when I'm not in so much pain.
I am profoundly thankful that the farthest I have to drive for Thanksgiving tomorrow is about 0.25 mile to Jenn and Eric's. I see the traffic hassle on the tv and am so happy that I don't have to go be a part of that. Having all my family all consolidated in one place is wonderful.
My coup of the day is that I got Betty some sandals she likes, and she let me out the door with her ancient huarache sandals that make her shuffle and look like a bag lady. She may wake up tomorrow and demand them back, but for right now, I have them, and if she doesn't have a fit about it, they are going in the TRASH in the next week. You have no idea what a momentous thing this is!!!!!
Resting now. Looking forward to some of Mike's dressing tomorrow and some of Eric's turkey and some of Sissy's chocolate pie and of course some of Mike's ambrosia. It will be nummy.
Tuesday, November 20, 2007
This is a small waterfall made into the carp pond at the garden at the Convent of St. Helena in Augusta, Georgia. Taken last year and just a pretty picture to put on the blog.
Adriomycin is the "A" in TAC. It's also the nasty stuff that is so good at killing my kind of cancer. It's also the nasty stuff that often is so toxic that it does nasty things to one's heart. The oncologist, therefore, is going back to the original studies done at MD Anderson on TAC to see if additional testing of the heart was done before completion of the six treatments. Seems logical. I don't mind going for additional MUGA testing. I had a good ejection fraction of 66% to begin with. The only hassle with the MUGA was the doofus radiation dosing guy who can't hit a vein with a shotgun. Otherwise I don't mind doing that one again.
They used the BIG syringe today putting the red devil into me. In that HUGE syringe it definitely looks menicing. I have to push liquids starting yesterday, today, and tomorrow to flush it as quickly as possible out of my kidneys and bladder. It's toxic enough that it can't be allowed to pool long in the bladder. I don't know what would happen if it did, but I'm not willing to find out. I'm not sure why it's not as scary to get the 57.5 ml of adriamycin in three smaller syringes but it is. That big, honking syringe that's about the size of Liam's forearm just gives me the total willies!
I got to overhear a conversation today when someone finished their last chemotherapy. The were asking how long to keep their port? The recommendation was to keep it for a year post treatment. You have to go once every four weeks through that year and get the "heperine lock" redone. That's so I don't get blood clots in my port. They aren't good, especially in the vein that is going straight into your heart!
I was lucky enough to be there today when a chemo friend was there getting one of her treatments. Next Tuesday is the breast cancer support group so we're going to see if we can get enough umph together to go out to eat beforehand. You know....do something social! Who knows if three chemo gals (she's bringing another chemo friend) can get that much energy together for that length of time!
Betty has an appointment with a dermatologist next week to take care of some lumps on the side of her face. I'm hoping I have the umph to take her! It could definitely be interesting.
Monday, November 19, 2007
Sunday, November 18, 2007
This is a picture I took at the Convent of St. Helena last year. It's some kind of water lily floating in their decorative pond.
There's a little girl on her way to meet us sometime in the next 30 days or so. Daddy put a lighted flashlight on mom's tummy today and that little girl had a total snit about it! Mom's tummy looked like the girl was doing a ride at Six Flags only inside Mom!
There are a lot of potential birthdays that she could potentially share with family in December, not the least of which is her Grammy's. Personally, I'm hopeful that she gets her own day. I'm also hoping that this baby comes a little faster than Liam, who took his time, arriving 72 hours after mom's labor started!
I took Liam to a playground today for about an hour. He ran and ran and ran and had a fabulous time. By the time I sat up for dinner and chatted for a bit with friends down at Jenn's, I was TIRED. I hate how easy it is for me to get tired these days. The question came up today about how long might it take for my hair to grow back in once I've finished chemo? I don't know. I suspect it will be slow. My hair has always been thin and slow growing. I do hear it is likely to be wavy when it comes back in -- that'll be different.
Tomorrow I have an appointment for my annual physical in Atlanta. I'm grateful to C. who is willing to drive me into Atlanta. I can't drive that far on my own anymore. We need to go somewhere nice for lunch. It's the least I can do for her for being nice enough to haul me around. God bless her.
Saturday, November 17, 2007
As much as I like to think of the cancer as Elvira and seek to kill her and eradicate all of her and her kind from me, I need to find balance. It is not enough to get rid of the dark, it is important to also invite the light to come in. I think some of my crazy ideas about "bathing" in the light of the moon, probably come from some kind of innate understanding of that idea. But I haven't yet discovered how to invite the light in, or how to balance the light with the vision to eradicate the dark.
It's not really a vision about light and dark, but healing and death of disease. Some say it's within my power to kill my own cancer with intentional, mindful effort. I don't know if that is true, but I have an open mind to it. I haven't yet worked out how to invite healing inside me. I'm halfway through the chemotherapy, and coming up to treatment #4. At this point I need to figure out how to invite the healing in and get on with that.
Sound too weird? Well, it just is what it is. Some would say that this is the place where I need to put my energy into faith. I think it is a piece of where I will find healing, but it's not everything. Some comes from yoga. Some comes from pottery. And there will be other ways I find to let in the light and healing. I just haven't discovered what they are yet.
Sacrilege? Truth? Something in-between? It's just where I am. Like the card above talks about, it's about seeking balance.
Friday, November 16, 2007
I used the little cart at the grocery store to shop afterward. This is my perky week and two things didn't seem like such a stretch. But the rubber legs caught up with me at home, and for the first time I pushed to the point that the rubber legs gave way. Not a good thing. I rested for a while. Then I brought in the cold stuff. Then loaded up the crock pot, and then I took a nap. It helped but I'm still feeling very puny.
Back still hurts.
I feel sleepy, even though I took a nap.
I find myself wondering how long it will take me to regain my strength once I am done with chemo? The whole rubber legs thing and extreme exhaustion make me wonder, how will I manage going back to work?
I feel very blessed to have the resources that I have and I'm so grateful for the aggressive treatment that I'm receiving, but for this to be my perky week, I'm still feeling pretty puny. I have to wonder if I'll continue to get more puny for #4, #5 and #6? I just have to go with the flow. Whatever happens is what happens and I will deal with it.
Thursday, November 15, 2007
Wednesday, November 14, 2007
I went by the school today and was able to release some things I ordered so that they'd go to my collaborative teacher and help him out. I bet he thought it was Christmas in November.
Lastly, my grandson is a condiment aficionado. He loves Ranch dressing and beyond all sane measure he loves ketsup. In fact, he likes ketsup so much he was eating it on his grapes last night. THAT is a dedication to the gustatory pleasure of ketsup beyond my comprehension.
Tuesday, November 13, 2007
Monday, November 12, 2007
I had a one hour massage today, and I am a new woman!!!! It is amazing what a massage will do for you! It's not the total cure for this back pain, but it sure did help. The funny thing that happened was that as she was massaging my face and scalp, I was wondering if it might freak out the massage lady if my eyebrows fell off? I looked when I got out, and sure enough there's a big gap now in my right eyebrow. I've been being careful with them because I knew they'd been feeling "fragile" and like they might fall out. Oh well, it'll just make my facial expressions more interesting, eh?
Now, if you need a laugh about Thanksgiving, go watch this clip. It's FUNNY.
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Today's episode focus' on the cashier at Wal-mart. It's pretty clear that I am being treated for cancer because I wear a kerchief instead of a hot and uncomfortable wig. I'm also weak and so I zoom through stores on one of those shopping carts that go fast enough I can wipe out several able-bodied people in one sweep.
As I was checking out at Wal-mart today, the cachier asked me "How are you doing?" Fair. "How are your treatments going?" (That's kind of personal but OK, I'll go along with it.) "3 down, 3 to go." The cashier then opens up about her family. "My mother died from lung cancer, and my sister had breast cancer and they treated her with radiation, which cooked her skin something awful and she suffered something terrible with it, but she got to live 2-1/2 years longer because of it. My other sister had two different kinds of cancer but she's in remission, but she has to go for chemo on a regular basis to keep it in control." I looked at her, and in a rare moment of candid nastiness said, "Thank you for making me listen to your family's depressing history today." She hastened to say, "It's not depressing!"
Like, it's not depressing because ....what, one sister is still alive....barely? If she felt she had to make some kind of testimonial, it would have been a kindness if it had been POSITIVE!!! Wouldn't it have been kind if she said something like, "My family is fighting cancer too. I wish you well." But the gory details of her sister cooking in radiation -- THAT was IMPORTANT for her to share with me this morning?????? WHAT ARE PEOPLE THINKING!!!!!! I know that somewhere deep in her heart, she THINKS she said something positive and was trying to be kind, but deep in my heart I think she's a stupid damn idiot that just FREAKS me out and gives me TOO MUCH INFORMATION about the 10 million things I can be afraid of in the future. Thanks for making my day!!!!!
How is one supposed to respond to people who do this? Because people do it all the time. This is the first time I've ever responded back in a crass way. But people tell me stupid, scary, depressing, and gory things about cancer all the time, like it's something I need to or want to hear. How much of a jerk do you need to be to do that??????
I don't understand. I just don't understand. I think I have to just see them as little meercats running around trying to survive and mouthing off with the IQ of a meercat. Jenny tells me a I need a "Bubble of Peace" to mentally hold around me for moments when a meercat comes close with unsolicited and inane comments. An angry part of me wants to make cards and hand them out saying, "Thank you for raising my anxiety levels about cancer. I'm sure because of you I'll live one less day. Thank you for being a stupid fuck!" But I probably won't.
Breathe........Bubble of Peace.....remember Shirley the mail lady. Remember all the cards in your basket by the bed. Remember all the dinners people have fixed. Remember the nice kid at Ingle's who just yesterday was kind. Remember the nice e-mails, calls and concern. Not everyone is a meercat. Many are angels aware and unaware, but I need to remember them when I stumble across a meercat.
Please don't be a meercat. As cute and harmless as they look, they have the IQ of a gnat and the self-awareness of a blood-sucking mosquito.
Saturday, November 10, 2007
I took Betty her groceries, and she is increasingly peeved with me for not staying and putting her groceries away for her! I put the groceries down in the kitchen, and she wanted to know if I'd put them away? I put the meat away and other cold stuff (Because she's been known to leave meat in an odd spot and let it spoil.), but then I left. She said, "I'll put them away later." (That means, Peggy will put them away on Monday, is my guess.) Betty clearly is now used to me wearing the kerchief, and she sees it as "normal." Therefore, she had no questions for me about how I was doing. She doesn't perceive me as "ill" anymore. She just thinks I'm being rude when I don't put her groceries away like I used to do.
I'm very much more affected by the cold outside. I don't know if it is because I'm past all the hot I felt from menopause, or if it is a result of the chemo or what. But the cold chills me to the bone now, and it's hard to get warm again once I've gotten chilled. If I had a husband, tonight he'd be howling from the cold feet I'd be trying warm against him. Since I only have cats, I guess the heating pad and a surrender to the thermostat god will have to suffice. After years and years of being too warm, it is bazaar for me to feel cold!
Friday, November 09, 2007
While I was in yoga the nurse from a doc office called and left a message that an appointment that took a near act-of-congress, had to be cancelled. Peeved me to no end. So since I was in Carrollton anyway, I went to that doc office with my appointment calendar and certain indignation to see if I could work out a new solution. It turned out the doc met with me right then. We talked and I collected information for about 45 minutes. It was very productive, helpful and unscheduled. That was two things for Friday.
Then without having anything yet to eat today, (not good planning) I ended up going to my next appointment. I got to sit through it. But, this was three things for Friday.
I was supposed to go to Hobby Lobby afterwards, but I was HUNGRY and so I went to the closest good food place to get some. I felt better after eating, and visited a couple shops around the square to browse. (This was probably not the best bit of strategic thinking I've ever made.) Of course I got weak and wobbly and had to go home RIGHT then.
I have this pain in my right, middle of my back that keeps bothering me. I put the heating pad on it but I think I'm going to mention it to the oncologist next week because it just keeps coming back, and coming back and it hurts!
Thankfully, I got invited out to dinner or I just wouldn't have had any. I got a little time to visit with Jenn. For a day that was planned to only have two things to do in it, a bunch of stuff ended up in there. My wobbly self just about couldn't handle it either. It's really, really hard to understand that I can really only do one, maybe two things in a day. That's it. The one person I can't seem to convice of that truth is ME.
Thursday, November 08, 2007
My friend T. was honored tonight for being the teacher of the year at my school. I wantd to surprise him by being at the ceremony. He didn't show up for the ceremony, so I called him afterwards. He was so incredibly out of his head that I felt really bad. It was obvious that he was unable to travel or do anything remotely cognitive until at least after his surgery on the 20th. I hate it that he is so debilitated. I hope he gets major relief from his pain with the surgery.
It was fun to see E., R., A., T., L., and A. & M. Even Mr. R. spoke to me, and I never thought he had a clue who I was, but I guess it's pretty obvious when you're the only hairless one around.
Today I had nearly no nausea and felt more myself than I have felt in a week or so. I wanted to be able to do the newsletter and attend the ceremony and I was able to do it. That makes me happy. T., I hope you feel better really soon. :(
Wednesday, November 07, 2007
Tomorrow I have places to go and things to do! I'm excited to have a couple things on my schedule. Hope I can pull some "perky" out of myself by tomorrow!
Sorry that grammy ended up being a dud tonight kids. I had planned to keep the little fellow for you all, but it seems my body was not cooperative. Mmmmm, last night's dinner was just as nummy tonight as last night. The heat is kicking on tonight, and it's cool enough that that cats are glommed onto me. I am good as a passive heating pad it seems.
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
I'm feeling a tiny bit better since taking a half of one. I was able to eat some dinner and enjoy it. Food has not seemed like an appealing idea for several days now since my treatment a week ago today. This is the longest the nausea has lasted. I hope it's not as bad the next treatment!
I did grocery shopping for myself today. Which is only manageable because they have those motorized carts at the store. If it wasn't for them, I'd have to make a list and send someone. The little carts make it so I can go out and get my own.
I enjoyed so very much, getting to have dinner with my family. My grandson and I made some sugar cookies (Just before bed too -- I'm sure mom and dad appreciated that!). It was a precious bit of the Norman Rockwell America to just sit with him at the kitchen table and make little dinosaur sugar cookies. Precious moments.
Thanks to R. for your card marathon. Three cards came today! You're too, too good. Thanks also to G. for taking time to call me today and let me know you cared. It really makes my heart sing when I hear from friends and family. Thanks E. & D. for dropping comments off at the blog too. I'm nauseated these days, but feeling very blessed with friends and family.
Monday, November 05, 2007
After rolling it around in my mind and a few other people's minds for the day, I've (I think.) finally unravelled a ball of emotional yarn that reaches down to the core of who I am. The circumstances of the dream are irrelevant, the story the dream tells me is very important.
I've lived a very self-reliant life. I've made myself be independent of others as much as is feasible. I made a path for myself that clearly did not wish to impose or "burden" others. I don't care to be viewed as complaining, dependent, weak or hypochondriachial (My mother's life pattern.). In defining myself so distinctly, I didn't take cancer into the picture of who I am presently. I try to be independent, but I can't. I try not to whine or complain, but the reality is that much of my present biological and emotional feelings are centered on some pretty unpleasant realities. I don't wish to be viewed as hypochondriachial, but in point of fact, I have some very demanding medical needs that while real, echo the unreal of my primary caregiver. I have raised a facade that shows the world, "I'm doing ok -- or as ok as I can." The reality is not as tidy. I want to whine sometimes. I am sick a LOT. I do need help and can't be independent. I am clearly out of my emotional waters and my psyche jerked me back with a dream to make me see how inauthentic I am living right now. I may not like my circumstances, but I do need to live with them. I may not feel comfortable with the belief's and feelings that I'm experiencing, but my dreams tell me I need an "attitude adjustment." I need to say more clearly what my needs and feelings are, even if they are things I don't particularly care or like about myself. My words and my life need to be congruent, and they haven't been.
I don't want to wear out my social network with whining, complaining or negative feedback, but I do think my dream is telling me to be more honest. I'd rather be more honest than immerse myself back into such a disturbing dream world. So if you're around me, get ready for some honesty instead of superficial feedback, the next time you ask, "How are you doing"?
Sunday, November 04, 2007
I *loved* the sermon today, which focused on the saints among us who minister to us in countless ways, such as hair stylists. Our lives long, we have all kinds of people who interact with us and provide us with encouragement. For me, it's Shirley, the mail lady -- lately.
Today, though one of the tiniest among us needs our thoughts and prayers. If you have a moment in the course of your day, week...think of a little fellow named Luke who is only four pounds and struggling on the trip of life. He's already come a long way, but has a long way to go and is very frail right now. He needs us to hold him up in prayer for a bit.
As I contemplate my mortality lately, it had occurrred to me that the sacred place my ashes could end up fertilizing the soil, is the same place where some of my mom ended up. So, while we contemplate All Saint's Day today, and the impact of the known and unknown saints -- it is slightly troublesome that the distance I wanted from my mom in this life, might be very, very short in the world of "ashes to ashes, dust to dust."
Pray for Luke. He needs all the help he can get.
Saturday, November 03, 2007
I am filled up with quiet, personal time. Something so precious and difficult to find under normal circumstances is so abundant now that I long for a little excitement -- just a little. It seems somehow selfish and wrong to complain about an abundance of time, in a hurry-up, super-busy world.
God bless the ladies at my townhome that have taken care of me by pushing the trash dumpster out to the road, and back. Blessings on the mail lady who is so kind and generous of heart. Thanks and blessings on all those who think of and pray for me. I know it all helps.
Friday, November 02, 2007
I came home however, took a compazine for the nausea and conked out for several hours. I feel good for having tried something new. I expect I'll try again, and it'll be better next week because it's not my week for chemo. I won't be lots stronger, but I'll be less likely to wish to hurl. :)
Thanks R., for the card. It is a mountain, but I'll get there!
Thursday, November 01, 2007
I did pottery for a bit tonight. I'm not good at it either, but it's something different to do. I can do it while sitting down too, so that makes it feasible. Hope you have a nice evening. I'm sleepy and have to go.