Update
Work is good. Fabulous in fact. I love my job, my company, and my boss.
Family is all home for the summer. Of course the girls are at each other's throats, but that's they way they roll. I can't make them get along. I just want to crack their heads together sometimes. It does help me sleep at night having them all under one roof.
My vocal chords are scrummed from surgery. They are both paralyzed and barely moving. They are also close together. I have been referred to the head of the otolaryngology department at the med school. She went to Yale medical and did her residency at Vanderbilt. My regular ENT said it was beyond her expertise and this lady is the best in the country and just happens to teach at UTSW. I have the hole between the vocal chords the size of a coffee straw (it's normally the size of a dime) and it makes breathing difficult. It also makes me tired easy as I'm not getting all the oxygen I normally do. I'm terrified I may never sing again. I am more terrified that I will have to have a stoma to regain normal breathing. Yes, that is the treatment if they don't regain nerve function. I will try not to panic before I see the expert.
Going on a vacation with the family to a beach house on the coast in less than 2 weeks. All the kids, my daughter's best friend, William, and Catharine, David, and their two kids. I'm a bit concerned about Syd's best friend, Alexis. She has ALS and isn't getting around very well. We'll be carrying her up the steps of the beach house. I know this will probably the last time she sees the ocean and it makes me sad.
Jeremy's godmother has had the same best friend since she was 13. The best friend is not doing well. Yesterday they went in after a bowel obstruction and it turned out to be Stage 4 ovarian cancer. That's 2 stage 4 cancers in relatively young people in the last few months in my circles. I guess I should be glad my chest tumors aren't cancer and all I have to worry about is singing again and a stoma.
I have metric ass tons to get done around the house. It truly is like the cobbler's kid without shoes. Hopefully I will be able to get the foundation done in July. I will then feel more confident about other repairs that need doing. I've been putting them off because any foundation work will just make them have to be redone.
Our mom's are getting older. Real planning will need to be done soon to how and who will take care of them. Pat is an only child, so it will fall to us. I have 3 sisters, but they are more interested in reminding mom what a crappy mom she was and defending their right not to help. I will probably have her too eventually. Sometimes, it's overwhelming just to think about it all.
Family is all home for the summer. Of course the girls are at each other's throats, but that's they way they roll. I can't make them get along. I just want to crack their heads together sometimes. It does help me sleep at night having them all under one roof.
My vocal chords are scrummed from surgery. They are both paralyzed and barely moving. They are also close together. I have been referred to the head of the otolaryngology department at the med school. She went to Yale medical and did her residency at Vanderbilt. My regular ENT said it was beyond her expertise and this lady is the best in the country and just happens to teach at UTSW. I have the hole between the vocal chords the size of a coffee straw (it's normally the size of a dime) and it makes breathing difficult. It also makes me tired easy as I'm not getting all the oxygen I normally do. I'm terrified I may never sing again. I am more terrified that I will have to have a stoma to regain normal breathing. Yes, that is the treatment if they don't regain nerve function. I will try not to panic before I see the expert.
Going on a vacation with the family to a beach house on the coast in less than 2 weeks. All the kids, my daughter's best friend, William, and Catharine, David, and their two kids. I'm a bit concerned about Syd's best friend, Alexis. She has ALS and isn't getting around very well. We'll be carrying her up the steps of the beach house. I know this will probably the last time she sees the ocean and it makes me sad.
Jeremy's godmother has had the same best friend since she was 13. The best friend is not doing well. Yesterday they went in after a bowel obstruction and it turned out to be Stage 4 ovarian cancer. That's 2 stage 4 cancers in relatively young people in the last few months in my circles. I guess I should be glad my chest tumors aren't cancer and all I have to worry about is singing again and a stoma.
I have metric ass tons to get done around the house. It truly is like the cobbler's kid without shoes. Hopefully I will be able to get the foundation done in July. I will then feel more confident about other repairs that need doing. I've been putting them off because any foundation work will just make them have to be redone.
Our mom's are getting older. Real planning will need to be done soon to how and who will take care of them. Pat is an only child, so it will fall to us. I have 3 sisters, but they are more interested in reminding mom what a crappy mom she was and defending their right not to help. I will probably have her too eventually. Sometimes, it's overwhelming just to think about it all.