Changing times
It's been several odd weeks, but I think this new year will bring good things.
The day before my tri, we found out that my mom has melanoma, and that its relatively advanced. She's recovered from surgery, and halfway through radiation. I can't wait until she's done. It has a nasty tendency to return, but she's doing all she can, minus chemo. (The chemo for melanoma takes a year, improves chances so very little, and is so terrible to go through that they don't even bother to use it in Europe.) We're just all ready for her to get some time with life back to relative normal. The family all feels like if we can get through the next three weeks, we get some time to enjoy being together and well.
This makes me extra happy, as we're having a baby :) And after six weeks or so of perpetual on-and off hangover feelings, I'm feeling better. We're in the process of spreading the word, which is a very odd, entertaining process. So come July (around the 5th), all continuing to go well, Everything Changes. I'm excited, petrified, and I could really go for some eggnog. (I'm in the middle of the transition between perpetually queasy and bottomless pit.)
So does adulthood continue to evolve. I'm excited, as I see a recurrence of Legos in my future...
The day before my tri, we found out that my mom has melanoma, and that its relatively advanced. She's recovered from surgery, and halfway through radiation. I can't wait until she's done. It has a nasty tendency to return, but she's doing all she can, minus chemo. (The chemo for melanoma takes a year, improves chances so very little, and is so terrible to go through that they don't even bother to use it in Europe.) We're just all ready for her to get some time with life back to relative normal. The family all feels like if we can get through the next three weeks, we get some time to enjoy being together and well.
This makes me extra happy, as we're having a baby :) And after six weeks or so of perpetual on-and off hangover feelings, I'm feeling better. We're in the process of spreading the word, which is a very odd, entertaining process. So come July (around the 5th), all continuing to go well, Everything Changes. I'm excited, petrified, and I could really go for some eggnog. (I'm in the middle of the transition between perpetually queasy and bottomless pit.)
So does adulthood continue to evolve. I'm excited, as I see a recurrence of Legos in my future...