Tuesday AM VERY EARLY

Today went really well, with a fabulous visit from Joy Cox.  She played the piano for me, and it was like heaven.  Even Steve, who hates Christian music, loved the glorious sounds.
She promised to continue praying for me.  This evening, while Steve and I were working at Creekside, Sandra came over, hugged me, and promised continued prayers.
Lynn didn't get here, which was a major disappointment.  I wanted to be with her so badly.
She had a Fibro Flare, and couldn't drive, but she had Jim pack the car, so she will be ready first thing in the am.
Steve is taking an extra day to be with me during the lovely chemo, because I can't get anyone else to drive me home.  I so hate being a sick, disgusting burden to everyone.  I've only had three treatments, and it's already got old to everyone.
I was in such a slump this evening that I've been crying all evening.  Steve wants to know why I'm crying, and I finally told him that I just can't be 'up' all the time for everyone.  I usually slip away privately to let go of my pent up emotions, but today I didn't have that chance, and it got to me before bedtime.  I took two of Steve's tranquilizers, two of mine, and spent about 45 minutes 'grooming' Steve, which made me a lot more calm.  I'm still not ready to go to bed, and we have to be in Morristown at 8:30 AM.  It's going to be another fun-filled day of hurry up and wait.
I just WANT to wake up in the morning with a sleeping migraine.  That would be about all I would need.  Then it would be 'Off and Runnin'.
I feel like purple tomorrow, so I have a lovely pleated dress laid out in purple jacquard, a purple hat with black veil, and purple snake skin heels.
It's too bad I don't still have all that lovely Amythest jewelry to accent my outfit. 
I just don't see why they couldn't have left me alone for the short time I have left.I sure wasn't going to take any of that expensive jewelry with me,  they don't have it, and the junkies they fenced it to likely don't have a single piece of it left.  Nobody really got ahead.  It was great wealth frittered away.  Some Justice System...RIGHT!
Tomorrow is the chemo from hell, and the pump that's rapidly trying to drag me there.  Wake me up when it's over.
Well, at least Steve will still be here to get me through it.  He's such a sourse of strength to me.
I wish he'd get one of these lawn mowers going.  Our lawns look terrible, both at Clairemont and Creekside, and no one else seems to want to get them cut.  I guess I'll just have to.
I guess I need to go lay down for a while, at least, whether I sleep or not.
Barbara, I guess you could say a prayer for me.  I feel pretty low.  I'll play you a piece on the piano.