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There have been no developments on my health. I stopped coughing up blood and my airways did clear up well. I started coughing up blood again around christmas however. I have a hard time even getting around the house still.
I've just started desensitization treatments with a new doctor that I have faith in the fact that she genuinely wants to help me. If this is something my body can actually fight off then she'll do her best.
My mother's mother has been undergoing intense radiation sessions. They just discovered last month that four of her organs were filled with cancer. She begins chemo in a few weeks if she can last that long. My mother is very distraught about this obviously and has left me to run much of the house again.
At the beginning of December we found my dog in the driveway, her leg torn apart.
She somehow got her foot caught in an illegal hunting trap, struggled free, came home and laid in the carport. We managed to save her foot and I have been dressing her bandages, trying to make sure she doesn't get an infection that'll either kill her or cause her leg to be amputated. She is under constant supervision on my part and it's much like having a baby to tend to every minute of the day.
A week before christmas I took my cat to the vet because he was suddenly very lethargic, couldn't stand let alone walk, couldn't see. He had a urinary tract blockage. It did irreversible damage to his kidneys and his heart. He went comotose after having a catheter four times. He died just days before christmas. He was 14 months old.
Three days after christmas my papa suddenly succomed to a massive heart attack in his driveway when he was getting ready to go to a doctor's appointment. My father rushed there and gave him CPR trying to get him breathing. My papa was lost brain activity by the time the ambulance got there and he died in my father's arms in the hospital.
I've been helping my grandma a lot around the house and with some issues involving insurance, pensions, etc. She's coping alright so far.
New Years was spent with funeral arrangements and sympathy cards.
I buried my papa and my cat on my 19th birthday.
So please;
Don't ask me how my christmas was.
Don't ask me how my new years was.
Don't ask me how my birthday was.
Because that's exactly how it was.
But thank you for your interest and concern.