looking for a new post? sorry, i have just been a little down in the dumps lately. no, not dumpster diving . . . which i've really always wanted to do . . . as long as the trash was clean . . . i mean really, really clean . . . as in sterilized . . .
the 9TS is pretty well exhausted most days. and there is a new lump on his neck. and, he is eating less . . . hopefully the Megase will help. it is an appetite stimulant. something i certainly don't need. nom. nom. nom. soon we head back to Moffitt to meet with a pain interventionist. he will see if there is a possibility of deadening the nerves to the right side of the 9TS's chest and relieve some of the constant pain. if it works, i may owe this doctor homemade cinnamon chip cookies for life. and beyond . . .
and sometimes, i don't understand the interaction of family dynamics. while i understand we all handle fear and uncertainty in different ways, i'm still wondering why i got thrown under the bus recently. and damn, it was no small jitney. it was a fully loaded, double decker Greyhound, trucking suma wrestlers and their barbells to their next gig. ouch.
even my favorite sammie has lost some flavor.
may i please have some cheese with my whine?
oh oh oh. maybe that's the reason. it is. i am sure of it. i'm out of wine. a quick trip to the local grapery and i will be back in business.
sorry to have bothered you all . . .
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You stop that. You are NOT a bother. Anytime you need to whine, you call me. I will listen as long as you need me.
(((hugs)))
Sorry. It is hard when those considered closest to us fail the most to understand and support our situation. Just remember, we actually get to "choose" our friends and REAL support can come for the most unlikely and unexpected places. Wishing you a brighter day today. C
Jeanne, so sorry that you are being made the target. Want me to beat 'em up for ya?
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