I am sure I've forgotten something
Went offf and had chemo today, and the oncologist sounded guardedly optomistic that we can get rid of the last of the mets with chemo. The surgeon removed all of the tumor in the omentum, and noted a few 'seedling' implants on the sigmoid colon that couldn't be resected, but otherwise the visiual inspection showed that most of the abdomen was clear. there is no set # of rounds of chemo, though I do know it will be at least six months before the incision is healed enough to do a PET scan. The tissue assay was faxed, and I did not see it, I am going to take it on good faith that the current protocol is the most effective, since that is what we resumed today. I am going to take drugs and repair to the couch shortly.
ION: I have lost 15 lbs since mid december. I can really afford to lose this, and am planning on losing more.
It took many hats before I became re-skilled enough to figure out what is going on, but now--Hats, I have them. I sort of despise the standard chemo cap, as seen on Merle Streep in 'One True Thing', so I wanted something else, with a bit of interest and possibly a little more individualistic. Over Christmas I found a hat that I really liked, and I borrowed it for a few weeks to stare at it and figure out what they did. It took five or six tries to get it close, though the original is in a sisal and my copy is in cotton, but it is close, simple enough to allow me to make a hat in 4 hours or so. Also, my buddy from Junior High J came up for the surgery along with my sister, and we spent the week watching DVDs and crocheting. I have 10 of them that I am going to take over there tomorrow, along with care instruction cards, as a 100% cotton hand crocheted hat does not go in the washer... as I discovered the hard way. :) I am now in a position to take on your leftover yarn! Send it on!
J has been proselytized to the joy that is Farscape, as she mentioned that she thought it was Muppets In Space, and I made her watch as much of season 1 that we could get through before she was finally able to drive home, as Houston was covered in ice, as were all the roads from here to there. I tried to go on and watch the rest of Farscape on my own after she left, but I am still painfully aware of season 2/3, and I am not ready to subject myself to that yet.
So, instead while lounging on the sofa doing mindless needlework, I am finally watching 'Lost'. I got confused somewhere in the first 5 episodes, and stopped watching. I am thoroughly enjoying it this time, mainly because it is generally resident in short term memory. Good bye, long term memory, I miss you terribly! Rachel, the fertility doctor's sister, I am sure was tied into someone else's story (Rachel in Miami rang a bell), but I am possibly making things up, because it didn't seem to go anywhere...yet. I am halfway through season 3, and though I vaguely recall the backlash of some mind fuckery, I'd rather not be spoiled. Not a fandom I am likely to go looking for fanfiction for, either.
Mannequin: Supernatural was again free of any Misha Collins. I think I am going to spoil myself and mark the Misha episodes for the rest of the season and watch those, as I was really only ever in SPN for the angels. Instead, my brain has been engaged in background for a Room 222/Supernatural fusion, (and wow you have to be pretty old to have seen it) called Room 666. I am cackling over that. I had it set at Truman High in Fairfax IN (the one where Dean & Sam pretended to be teacher/janitor), but I may change the setting to Fate, Tx, at Alighieri High... BWAHAHAHA. It might remain in the concept stage for eternity.
I missed the wip meme going around, but I am pretty ashamed of the massive number of stories that are at the concept stage, enough that I am going to refuse to air that particular dirty laundry.