Monday, December 25, 2006
We wish you a hairy christmas
Last night we celebrated and I, as usual, was the bearer of the torch of Christmas in a jaded family. I handpainted a bunch of cards that standing together made up a "Negativity Scene," the idea stolen from a card I found at Newbury Comics by Mary Lawton. Baby Jesus wailed, Mary muttered, the
Thursday, December 21, 2006
Radio
listening to the radio...An Army Officer of Mental Health is on On Point. She says the armed forces are at their breaking point.
-- "Severe PTS"
-- " severe ptsd? "
-- " Yes, post-traumatic stress -- I prefer to call it PTS, because I don't think it's a Disorder..."
Wednesday, December 6, 2006
Hairier and Hairier
As Dad said on one of his good days (ever decreasing in frequency), I’ll have a hairy christmas. That was back when it seemed far-fetched - but now it’s fer sher.
Meanwhile, Dad, while still very hairy, is not well and no one knows what’s the matter with him. He has no appetite and
Friday, November 10, 2006
ucky day
today I went to the hospital for radiation and was sent home without it because the machine broke down. . . then went for breakfast with joao and went home without it because I broke down. . . then went to work and left early because I had an oncology appointment scheduled, called up to make sure
Friday, August 25, 2006
Penetrating appreciation of life not nauseated
Okay, I’m just a little nauseated. But three days after this new chemo I can walk, talk, work at the computer, and eat. Working on this blogue entry would have killed me three days post-AC (Adriamycin and Cytoxan, the noxious chemicals administered over the first two months of chemo). Maybe