Bill says to post more often, as that's how he and Marge keep up with Steve and myself, and all our activities.
I feel like I don't have activities any more. I go to doctors all the time, and feel so badly that I don't do half of the things that I used to do.
Renae Luttrell left me a sweet comment on my last post, and she cheers me. She's the manager of our local Goodwill, where I spend a lot of time and quite a bit of money. The ladies there are so nice to me, and give me good prices on things I buy. They and I agreed last week that if Renae left, the Goodwill might as well shut down. She is the leader of the pack.
I'm planning to change the decor of the upstairs of Clairemont. I'm going to put all my artificial flowers, feathers, bows, and hat decorating stuff into the 'wood room', where I presently have Ruth's bed, and change the 'Day Room' into my sewing room. I've really got into sewing again, and I've found several really nice sewing machine cabinets (cheap) lately, and I'm going to arrange my sewing room like Carla Lewis has hers. She has her sewing machine cabinets going out into the room like a work station, in an 'L' shape. It's really efficient, and puts the sewing machines right under the overhead light. She can go from one machine to another by just rolling her chair to another site. She has sergers, overlock machines, and several straight sewers, and she has them all arranged so nicely. She has inspired me.
I've re-made many shirts and other garments for myself, and I'm now starting to decorate some clothing items which I will offer for sale in my shop when I open it at Creekside. I've already been asked if I would sell some of my items, and I think Creekside will be a lucrative market.
Steve and I were going to eat one day last week at Down Home, and we entered the restaurant just as another couple (a young man and an older women) entered. She approached me and asked me if I was the woman who had bought 'The Lowe House', and I told her that I was. It turned out that she is the widow of Keith Lowe, who was the son of the original owners of the house just after it was made into a dwelling. They joined us for lunch, and she began to tell me the most wonder and usefull information. We plan to talk again, and exchanged phone numbers. The younger man was Shawn Lowe, her son. He is quite a handsome man, and has some memories of the house, also.
Steve and I were working out in the yard that evening, and Sandra Jones, the neighbor lady, came over to express her concerns for me, and to remind me that they are still praying for me at her church, New Blackwell.
I feel so tired and disinterested all the time, and I wonder if I'll ever be truely well again. Steve does all the work around here that gets done, it seems, and it makes me feel badly that I can do so little.
My feet have been giving me a really hard time with the pain. Nothing can stop the pain. I limp and hobble all the time.
I wish I had never even heard of cancer.
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Friday, October 19, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012 AM
I missed chemo last week, as I had a terrible cold, and they want you well to have chemo.
I still have some slight cold symptoms, but they're not as bad, so I delayed my chemo until this week.
I have all the side effects this time as I had when I first started chemo, with the muscle cramps, nausea, dizziness, and disorentation. I want to sleep all the time, but I sweat so badly when I sleep.
I've had to change the bed and my night clothes from the skin out so many times.
Mary Douglass came yesterday, and the house really needed a good cleaning. I don't feel like doing anything, and things pile up and get dusty. She's so good and dependable.
Bill and Marge called yesterday to see how I'm doing, and Bill told me I need to post again.
My life now seems so boring and dull compared to what it was before this terrible illness.
Judy called last Sunday to meet for breakfast at Cracker Barrell at East Town, and it was one of those mornings that I had a 'sleeping migraine'. I forced myself to go along, but I couldn't eat, and had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and throw up during the meal time. Judy was quite concerned about me, and gave me some anti-nausea medication that she had along.
She called that evening to see if I was better.
She's such a good, sweet niece.
Our big, built-in refrigerator is 'on the blink' again. I told Steve that I'd just rather get a conventional one this time, as it's so much bother to replace one that's built-in. We're shopping for one, but I'm in sticker shock. I would be satisfied with a good used one, but Steve wants a bright, shiney new one with three doors. They're high as a cat's back. The one in the rental trailer is making a funny noise, too, and we're replacing it with a new one. It's size dictates that it won't cost near as much as the one we're getting for Clairemont.
Lowe's is supposed to deliver it tomorrow, and we're keeping their old one to be for emergency use.
Tom got upset with Janie over some small issue and quit. I'm so stressed with disease, exhaustion, and worry that I'm about ready to shut down Creekside for the winter and just wait until I'm better to work on it any more. Janie is what keeps me going.
She is out of commission right now with some disorder that hurts her side and back. She also has a huge kidney stone that they've put her in the hospital for. They're going to try to 'blast' it, hoping that it will break up, but if that doesn't work, they're going to do surgery to remove it.
I worry about her. We're both getting older and sicker all the time, and I don't know what I'd do without her. She's a great help to me.
Lynn called me twice lately, and I was either in a doctor's office or on the way to one both times. That seems to be the order of my life these days.
I found a new robotic cleaner for the swimming pool, complete with hoses, at a Goodwill. They're quite expensive, and I was glad to find a used one for a good price. Our old one was about worn out.
My beautiful Java Green peacock died last week. I only have two females now, and Steve is trying to get me to give them to Ada Davis. I think I will. I'm just putting off getting up there and catching them.
She's been a good friend for many years, and helped me a lot in the past.
Everyone seems to be doing well, except me. I'm tired all the time, and can't get enough rest.
My hair is breaking and coming out again, pretty badly.
I hate chemo and I hate cancer.
I still have some slight cold symptoms, but they're not as bad, so I delayed my chemo until this week.
I have all the side effects this time as I had when I first started chemo, with the muscle cramps, nausea, dizziness, and disorentation. I want to sleep all the time, but I sweat so badly when I sleep.
I've had to change the bed and my night clothes from the skin out so many times.
Mary Douglass came yesterday, and the house really needed a good cleaning. I don't feel like doing anything, and things pile up and get dusty. She's so good and dependable.
Bill and Marge called yesterday to see how I'm doing, and Bill told me I need to post again.
My life now seems so boring and dull compared to what it was before this terrible illness.
Judy called last Sunday to meet for breakfast at Cracker Barrell at East Town, and it was one of those mornings that I had a 'sleeping migraine'. I forced myself to go along, but I couldn't eat, and had to excuse myself to go to the bathroom and throw up during the meal time. Judy was quite concerned about me, and gave me some anti-nausea medication that she had along.
She called that evening to see if I was better.
She's such a good, sweet niece.
Our big, built-in refrigerator is 'on the blink' again. I told Steve that I'd just rather get a conventional one this time, as it's so much bother to replace one that's built-in. We're shopping for one, but I'm in sticker shock. I would be satisfied with a good used one, but Steve wants a bright, shiney new one with three doors. They're high as a cat's back. The one in the rental trailer is making a funny noise, too, and we're replacing it with a new one. It's size dictates that it won't cost near as much as the one we're getting for Clairemont.
Lowe's is supposed to deliver it tomorrow, and we're keeping their old one to be for emergency use.
Tom got upset with Janie over some small issue and quit. I'm so stressed with disease, exhaustion, and worry that I'm about ready to shut down Creekside for the winter and just wait until I'm better to work on it any more. Janie is what keeps me going.
She is out of commission right now with some disorder that hurts her side and back. She also has a huge kidney stone that they've put her in the hospital for. They're going to try to 'blast' it, hoping that it will break up, but if that doesn't work, they're going to do surgery to remove it.
I worry about her. We're both getting older and sicker all the time, and I don't know what I'd do without her. She's a great help to me.
Lynn called me twice lately, and I was either in a doctor's office or on the way to one both times. That seems to be the order of my life these days.
I found a new robotic cleaner for the swimming pool, complete with hoses, at a Goodwill. They're quite expensive, and I was glad to find a used one for a good price. Our old one was about worn out.
My beautiful Java Green peacock died last week. I only have two females now, and Steve is trying to get me to give them to Ada Davis. I think I will. I'm just putting off getting up there and catching them.
She's been a good friend for many years, and helped me a lot in the past.
Everyone seems to be doing well, except me. I'm tired all the time, and can't get enough rest.
My hair is breaking and coming out again, pretty badly.
I hate chemo and I hate cancer.
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