Sep 03, 2015 11:40
It's what I've been doing a lot of lately, pondering mortality. It's funky. I have no idea how long I have to live, I just know that it is considerably shorter than it was before I got cancer. A year? Two? More? Who knows. Sometimes this makes me sad, sometimes it just confuses me. I've never expected to live a long life because of the many bad, life shortening things I've done (mostly drugs), but now I'm told it's almost over and it's just... funky. I mean, in a way it's almost good, because it's making me savor and cherish little everyday things that I may have not given a second thought before all this. Last night, I found myself standing in my kitchen staring out the window at two a.m. just marveling at the amazing night sky. Things like that happen a lot lately.
Also in the funky category, the government will indeed be giving me free money just because I got this cancer. I spent about half an hour on the phone with a nice lady at the Social Security office, and now I'll be getting $488.00 every month for the rest of my life. Pretty cool.
Also in the pretty cool category, we're going shopping for a new stove this weekend! The one we have is uneven and never holds a steady oven temp. It's a living hell and I can't wait to get it out of our lives!!!
The other fun plan for the Labor Day weekend is a trip to Indiana Beach. It's a lovely, hokey amusement park built around a man made lake. Personally, I am most looking forward to the old fashioned wood skiball in the air conditioned building. I'm not sure if I'll feel up for riding any of the roller coasters, but I hope to find a less stressful ride or two that I can have some fun on. Pete, Becca and I will have a great time no matter what we end up doing there, of that I am certain. :)
My reproductive organs refuse to die, and have been making my life very difficult. Every day, the only real pain I have is cramps and lower back pain. The hot flashes have been turned up to 11. I get them ALL THE TIME. I am hoping that this particular madness will end soon. I get chemo every week now, and somehow, Aunt Flo is still my biggest misery. Go figure!