May 4, 2009

• A New Week

  Well, I'm starting a new week, here.  I have some puppy and cat pictures to share of our pets enjoying "Auntie Jo'Jo's" being here!  She and Sushi get along famously and, although she is allergic (very much so) to cats, Chirper has decided she's the next best thing to me! 

                                          

  Frankly, I'm enjoying her visit just as much as the pets.  She is so much help and such a good comforter to me!  Taking on a strange house of chores, cooking each day, and teaching & helping to care for three little girlies isn't a responsibility people fall into easily!  She's a grandmother with GROWN children, and only "helps" with two of her granddaughters in WA.  Here, she has assumed the role of "Leader of the Pack" (and full time), which means keeping Jesse "in line" at the same time! LOL!!!

                        

  I'm still feeling a little shaky from last Thursday's chemo, but assume that feeling will start to turn around in a few days.  Last night was my last 1/2 pill of Decadron - SUCH A GLORIOUS FEELING . . .  On one hand I'm grateful for it being invented and on the other hand I hate the side effects.  It's all a balancing act - side effects of chemo vs. side effects of the medications they give to combat the chemo side effects.  Ah, well!  I'm going to keep my mouth shut, as I truly AM glad so many have done research and found ways to fight back cancer cells!  I keep thinking, "Kill!  Kill!  Be destroyed!  Die you vile cancer cells!"  Yes, well . . . I *can be* very dramatic!  I just like the picture image those words conjure in my head!  And, me suited with the full armor of God is comical when picturing me in real metal armor!!!  Me, heavy metal???!!!

                                                                             

  Annamarie is going for a hearing test at 1pm today.  Hopefully she is ignoring us and no damage was done to her hearing when her ear drum tore during the last bad ear infection.  JoAnn told the girls they would all go with her to give me some quiet time at home.  I need to take my bath before they leave - I'm still not thinking it's smart to do certain things without an adult in the house.

                                         
                                                                           (Spoiled Sushi Abigail!)

  I have my own laundry to do, today.  Probably two loads - nothing major.  I made French toast for breakfast.  I woke up early (5 something) because Sampson needed to go outside, and I was never able to fall back asleep.  By 9:30am, my stomach was telling me it was time for lunch, rather than the breakfast I had never had!

  

  We had a torrential down pour of rain this weekend, and tomorrow it's supposed to start coming down again.  Jesse is chomping at the bit to mow and get his business up and running this year.  But, the truth of the matter is, nothing much has grown, since we hadn't had any spring rains before now.  So, despite his anguish, this is really "a good thing" - in my estimation.

                                                               

  I wore my wig to dinner last night.  A girl at chemo last Thursday wore one to her appointment, purchased from the same place where I bought mine.  I stared at her thinking how thick it looked and how my tiny face would look dwarfed amid all the long hair.  I wondered what I could have been thinking, when I thought such a mass of hair would look good around my itsy, bitsy face.  So, I lifted out the wig (for the first time since it was purchased) and was pleased to see that I really HAD made a wise decision.  My wig was NOTHING like the gal at chemo, last week.  Mine is layered, is VERY light weight, and has thinner strands of hair cut into layers (plus, it's lots longer in the back than I remembered).  VERY different from what I remembered.  The bangs and the hair that's cut to curl under my jaw bone bothered me while eating, because I'm not used to hair in my face.  But, the color really brought life to my face because of those dark roots highlighting my brown eyes.  I told Jesse I was still VERY HAPPY with the purchase.  That, too, is a "good thing," since I'll probably wear it for the next four or more years until my own hair is long enough to put back in a bun again.

  I wore a blue sleep cap to bed for the first time, last night and will keep it on when staying home.  I was worried I'd shimmy out of it and awaken to a bald, cold head; but, the friend who made it is the one who makes all of my clothes and, as usual, it was perfect.   My hair is much shorter now, curls down the back of my neck (above the shoulders) and lots of short hair hasn't come out,yet.  I feel like a collie, shedding hair everywhere I walk.  I hate to cook in the kitchen or come to the table because my fine hair is found everywhere.  Thus, the reason for the wig at dinner and the sleep cap afterwards.  It's a toss up, right now, of who is shedding more, me or Sushi!

                                                 

  Guess I should take that bath I mentioned, before the troops leave me in an hour!!!!

  Be Blessed  ~

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