Bloggling #9

Various things in my brains today.  Let’s get to it.

  • Husband and I had a date night last night.  Oldest step-daughter took Mea for an overnight.  Ever so thankful for her letting us have a little time sans Mea.  We had appetizers and drinks with friends, and we had a really good time.  It was nice to be out in public and not have all conversations focused on cancer, chemo and radiation.
  • Oldest grandson’s 3rd birthday party is today.  This will be the first time that I will have seen my husband’s ex-wife since the bowl incident.  She better watch her mouth today, I am in no mood for it.  Also, I will be there by myself (with Mea) as my husband has to work, which could be either good or bad, I don’t quite know yet. 
  • It is really fun for me to buy little boy clothes and little boy toys.  So different from picking out prizes for the little girls.  Plus, I like my little boys to be stylin’!
  • When asked what he wanted to eat at his birthday party, my grandson told his Momma, “I want Nana’s mac-n-cheese, and dats all.”  I may have melted a little bit.  Needless to say, when I get off work this morning, I am running to her house to make mac-n-cheese before the party starts.
  • Mom had her appointment with Dr. Chemo late yesterday afternoon.  They have elected to have her be part of a clinical trial for a new chemo regimen.  She was very distraught about some of the side effects.  She knows she will lose her hair, and she has really been struggling with that, but added to the list of side effects is acne.  She’s never had trouble with her skin.  She was crying saying she was going to be ugly with no hair and zits for the first time in her life.  I assured her that we will fix her up with super-duper zit fighting supplies, a wig that looks like her real hair, and a fun wig in blue, pink or some other fun color.  She still didn’t quite buy it.
  • Dr. Radiation told her that she shouldn’t be too scared of the four plus pages of possible side effects, they disclose every possible thing that anyone could have problems with.  He told her that if she ever read the side effects on a bottle of Advil she’d never take it again.  That kind of put things in perspective.
  • She is going in next week to have a Mediport put in.  It will make it so she won’t have a million sticks each time she goes in for her chemo treatment.  She is pretty nervous about this as well, as a surgeon will be the one to put it in, and she’ll have to have general anesthesia.
  • We have tried really hard to make sure that at the very least, all of the super important people in our lives knows exactly what is going on with Mom.  It is hard to remember who you told exactly what to, and who may have missed a particular part.  Not everyone needs to know about the cancer diagnosis right this minute, but I think we may have found that we told some people some of the things, but not all.  There are also some people who my Mom would rather not tell right at the moment.  Like my crazy cousin.  She would somehow turn it around to be about her, and Mom doesn’t need that kind of drama going on.  I have started calling her the Wicked Witch of the West.  Seems fitting since she lives in California.
  • I hope that people will understand when she tells them and it has been a while.  She doesn’t want the added attention, but she also doesn’t want to hurt anyone.  So hard to decide what to do.
  • Family pictures are tomorrow afternoon.  I have come around to being happy that we are having them done.  The sadness that this will probably the last time we will be able to do this is still there, but I am glad that we are doing it.  I want to have current pictures of what my Mom looks like now.  Current pictures of she and my Dad together.  Pictures of my Mom with her granddaughters, big and small.  Photos of my sister, my Mom and I.  Pray that I get through photos without tears.
  • I am a little concerned with what could be the hodge podge of colors and prints that could be going on tomorrow.  However, in the long run, it really doesn’t matter too much, does it?
  • Just in time for picture day, I have a giant zit on my cheek near my mouth.  Why didn’t I get the good skin gene? 
  • I will convince our photographer to photo shop out my zit, and maybe my extra chin as well.
  • At sometime this week, I somehow managed to hurt my foot.  I have no idea how, but as you all know, I am extremely talented in hurting myself.  It is not in the bunion area, (thank goodness, at least it’s not an issue with my past surgeries) but along the entire outside of my foot, from my pinky toe down almost to my heel.  I have obviously been walking weird to keep it from hurting, and now my entire leg hurts.  If it still hurts on Monday, I may need to actually go to the doctor.  Popping Tylenol and Advil is not doing the trick. 
  • Yesterday, I put Mea’s hair in one poof for the first time in a verrrrrrrry long time.  It was ridiculously humungous, truthfully before I shaped it up and squished it down a little bit it was almost the size of a basketball, I wish I were kidding.  The child has more hair than I know what to do with.  Although she wants it to be long, I almost think it’s time to cut quite a bit off.

I think this is it for today.  Thanks for letting me bloggle you to death.

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2 Comments on “Bloggling #9”

  1. libbylogic says:

    Everyone has a cousin like that. Or, in my case, a sister.

  2. Jen says:

    I love the bloggling. 🙂 Sorry it took me so long to catch up on comments. I’ve been having very little time with a computer and my phone (where I’ve been reading your blog of late) doesn’t seem to want to actually post my comments. Derp.


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