More friggin' snow.....
I can't for the life of me imagine who would love to live up here. We have over a foot on the ground-just when most of the winter's offering has long-since melted. Ugh...just depressing....
I have Good Friday and the rest of the weekend away from rad therapy and next week-ONLY THREE MORE DAYS!!!!! Then I'll be done with this crap (I hope). I'll have a few weeks to recover then, Dr. Halloran will do his follow-up surgery to rid me of any potential bugaboos and close up where the original tumor had been irradicated.
I hope this will be the end of it.
Mike's coming up for a few days after Easter-it'll be good to see him again. His life has been nothing short of a tragedy in errors since he left his old job in Mo'ville. He's really, really loosing it-he's morbidly depressed and his start up racing team is sucking big-time. Two cylinders lost on one car and the other barely running. Sponsors are getting PISSED! I highly doubt that I can pull him out of the hole he's dug himself into but I'll try to be strong for his sake. Even the offspring can't stand to be near him for fear of getting their heads bit off....very, very sad situation. He didn't take my cancer very well either-he's lost friends, his dad and an aunt to the disease. According to Dood, he was pretty much falling apart all over the place in Daytona.
But, as hard as it is to say, I've got to take care of myself first for once in my life. I need to get well and not get stressed out over his situation as much as I love him. I'm becomming a bag o' bones-I've lost close to 30 pounds and it's not a pretty sight. Loosing weight is highly over-rated unless you're morbidly obese. I was a fairly healthy 135 or so, now I'm around 105 (according to the clinic's scales). My ribs are showing and it disgusts me to no end how teen girls envy this look. I can't eat though-I exist mostly on Ensure and Boost with an occasional bowl of chicken soup tossed in.
The lovely diamond and platinum ring Mike gave me, I have to keep in a case for fear of loosing it. I can still wear my claddaugh though...it was always a little snug. Needless to say, Easter dinner is on hiatus in my house!
The good doctor Gullo took me off the Xeloda so hopefully my appetite will come back again. I'd love nothing more than to dig into a huge steak or some of that venison I have in the freezer. *sigh*
Well, Happy Easter to one and all...that's the poop for the day!
I have Good Friday and the rest of the weekend away from rad therapy and next week-ONLY THREE MORE DAYS!!!!! Then I'll be done with this crap (I hope). I'll have a few weeks to recover then, Dr. Halloran will do his follow-up surgery to rid me of any potential bugaboos and close up where the original tumor had been irradicated.
I hope this will be the end of it.
Mike's coming up for a few days after Easter-it'll be good to see him again. His life has been nothing short of a tragedy in errors since he left his old job in Mo'ville. He's really, really loosing it-he's morbidly depressed and his start up racing team is sucking big-time. Two cylinders lost on one car and the other barely running. Sponsors are getting PISSED! I highly doubt that I can pull him out of the hole he's dug himself into but I'll try to be strong for his sake. Even the offspring can't stand to be near him for fear of getting their heads bit off....very, very sad situation. He didn't take my cancer very well either-he's lost friends, his dad and an aunt to the disease. According to Dood, he was pretty much falling apart all over the place in Daytona.
But, as hard as it is to say, I've got to take care of myself first for once in my life. I need to get well and not get stressed out over his situation as much as I love him. I'm becomming a bag o' bones-I've lost close to 30 pounds and it's not a pretty sight. Loosing weight is highly over-rated unless you're morbidly obese. I was a fairly healthy 135 or so, now I'm around 105 (according to the clinic's scales). My ribs are showing and it disgusts me to no end how teen girls envy this look. I can't eat though-I exist mostly on Ensure and Boost with an occasional bowl of chicken soup tossed in.
The lovely diamond and platinum ring Mike gave me, I have to keep in a case for fear of loosing it. I can still wear my claddaugh though...it was always a little snug. Needless to say, Easter dinner is on hiatus in my house!
The good doctor Gullo took me off the Xeloda so hopefully my appetite will come back again. I'd love nothing more than to dig into a huge steak or some of that venison I have in the freezer. *sigh*
Well, Happy Easter to one and all...that's the poop for the day!