Yesterday was my birthday. I had one of my 'sleeping migraines', and didn't do anything but lay in bed most of the day.
Steve was also tired, and he kept me company.
It's pretty cold this morning, and I didn't sleep well last night, so I'm starting my day really late.
Bill calls often to see how I'm doing. I think he's afraid I've come unhinger over the election fiasco, but I noticed that gun sales are way up since the election, so other people seem to be feeling the same trouble coming that I do.
Last week, Ruth and Sue Renfro were arrested and jailed because they had a car that looked similar to one driven by a hold-up man that robbed Oakie's Pharmacy in Blaine. Sue is in her 60's, and Ruth must be about 90, or close. Ruth's son, Jimmy, is the Road Commissioner for Grainger County. He went to his mother's house as soon as he heard that Casper had called out a swat team to get these 'really bad' old ladies. I've known Ruth well for many years, and I don't see how anyone could think that she would be able to pull off such a caper. Sue is 'slow', and lived with Ruth. They tried to tell the police that they had not driven their car for several days, and showed them that the motor was cold. Sue even offered to take them to a man's house that had a similar car, but they arrested her and her mother, anyway. The persecution of Christian white people has begun.
If Casper and his band of crazies come here, they won't find a sick old woman who will go along to get along. They'll find a Bitch with a Bun who has lots of big guns, hair trigger nerves, and is a pretty good shot. ...and a good neighbor named Creed Daniel, who will get her off.
I've been battling the Hong Kong Flu for almost two weeks, but I think it's finally about to leave.
I'm supposed to have chemo tomorrow, but if I'm still sick, Dr. Corcoran won't give it to me. I don't even want to be around all those other chemo patients, as I might make them sick. We have no resistance to illness while on chemo.
My washer burned out it's bearings. It's a Whirlpool Duet, a front loader, and was stacked under the dryer. It was a nightmare getting it out, and the bearing costs over $200.00, so we've decided to use another one that I had bought for Creekside. Steve wants to re-do the laundry room, but I wish he wouldn't. I designed the one we have, and I liked it the way it was. He never finished projects, and I can just see me being without a washer for a month. When Steve is home, I do a couple of loads every day. There are just too many other things that need to be done. He still hasn't put the trim around our front door on Clairemont, and we've lived in this house for 16 years. He hasn't put the closet doors on the closets in our bedroom, and we've had them for about 8 years.
Janie has an MRI scheduled for today. I hope all goes well with that.
I need to get off here.
Oh, Barbara is still fat.
Monday, November 26, 2012
Thursday, November 15, 2012
Wednesday PM
That wreched nigger is flaunting his 'win', which is actually a corruption of the electoral process. He makes me want to throw up in my mouth.
He has ruined this country.
I had Steve take down the American flag out on the bluff, and I sewed a four-inch trim of black around it, flew it upside down, and at half-mast. I am very aware of what has happened to this once great nation.
I got my chemo pump again yesterday, and I'm so sick and sore all over. I hurt so badly. I must have pulled something or lifted something heavy, because I've got my post out of place, and it was really hard for Tammy to get the IV needle inserted. She had to push and twist really hard, and I'm bruised and sore all around it in particular.
A new nurse was there to get some experience in the chemo unit, and Penny asked me to let her use me as a guinea pig, and for me to instruct her. Her name is also Penny, and I quipped that now we had two pennies to rub together. She made a few small mistakes, but was competent, and I wanted to be patient with her and encourage her in her new ex[perience. She has been a nurse for 21 years already, but had no experience in a chemo unit, so I had a unique experience in helping to train her.
After my treatment was over, they had me to address a new class of training LPN,s. They looked so professional in their whites, and I encouraged them to keep wearing whites. They probably won't, as nurses have forsaken the old uniforms for much more casual attire, which I hate.
I've slept most of the day. I either sleep a lot or I'm in pain when I have the horrible pump in. The cats keep me company, though.
Stumpy lays against my neck and snuggles her mom. Sweety is more stand-offish. Stumpy often sits on my neck as I'm on the computer, and she's here with me now. She's a true cuddler.
Janie and I are planning the decorations for Christmas, and we're hoping to make Creekside look really great. We want to have a Christmas dinner there for a celebration. It would be nice to get some more work done before the holidays, but I'm so weak and tired all of the time, I can't get any more done.
I'm depressed a lot, both because of the election and the death of our country, and my illness and inability to do much.
I don't hear much from Lynn anymore.
Mary Douglass is coming tomorrow.
The house is dirty and needs her good work.
I met a fellow at the chemo clinic yesterday who had on a shirt from the IGA in Bean Station. We talked briefly, as he had brought his wife in for treatment. She looked bad, and he told me she is a 4. There's not a five. She's metasticised all over, and is terminal. I asked him if he knew Mary Douglass, and he said that they're related. It's a small world.
Peggy Smith, a local lady from Rutledge, has had to start chemo again, and asked me to pray for her. She cries all the time, and is a nervous wreck. She goes to Fort Sanders for hers, and I told her that if she would come up to Morristown, she'd be much happier. I give her a kiss each time I see her. She's battled cancer for many years. At Morristown, we're just one big happy family. We grieve for the ones we lose, and we rejoice for the ones who are finally released.
I have only two more treatments, and Steve insisted that I take them. Janie promised him that she would get me there, kicking and screaming if necessary, to finish the schedule,
My hair is still coming out, but I have just enough to look like I've got a hair-do. I don't have any hair that is more than 6-8 inches long, and it's trickey to get it to look nice.
Chris Watson worked today with Janie , and got the John Deere tractor home to Clairemont. We need it here for scraping the driveway this winter.
I don't know what good it will doWe could just as well drive on rutts, for the short time we will be allowed to live on our own property, Otto and Eddie have been through this before and are terrified and despondandt. Many are afraid to say anything at all.
I'm 'woozy' and a little confused, so I'm going back to bed and try to rest a little. Perhaps the girls will comfort me and try to keep me safe.
I feel terrible.
Steve has no patience with me when I'm troubled, so handle it the best I can, and get Janie to help me along.
Cherokee has made the statement that God is making me an example. But she has her ib up on rPeople are pulling at me from all directiob .
Time to get to bed. The drugs are getting to working.
He has ruined this country.
I had Steve take down the American flag out on the bluff, and I sewed a four-inch trim of black around it, flew it upside down, and at half-mast. I am very aware of what has happened to this once great nation.
I got my chemo pump again yesterday, and I'm so sick and sore all over. I hurt so badly. I must have pulled something or lifted something heavy, because I've got my post out of place, and it was really hard for Tammy to get the IV needle inserted. She had to push and twist really hard, and I'm bruised and sore all around it in particular.
A new nurse was there to get some experience in the chemo unit, and Penny asked me to let her use me as a guinea pig, and for me to instruct her. Her name is also Penny, and I quipped that now we had two pennies to rub together. She made a few small mistakes, but was competent, and I wanted to be patient with her and encourage her in her new ex[perience. She has been a nurse for 21 years already, but had no experience in a chemo unit, so I had a unique experience in helping to train her.
After my treatment was over, they had me to address a new class of training LPN,s. They looked so professional in their whites, and I encouraged them to keep wearing whites. They probably won't, as nurses have forsaken the old uniforms for much more casual attire, which I hate.
I've slept most of the day. I either sleep a lot or I'm in pain when I have the horrible pump in. The cats keep me company, though.
Stumpy lays against my neck and snuggles her mom. Sweety is more stand-offish. Stumpy often sits on my neck as I'm on the computer, and she's here with me now. She's a true cuddler.
Janie and I are planning the decorations for Christmas, and we're hoping to make Creekside look really great. We want to have a Christmas dinner there for a celebration. It would be nice to get some more work done before the holidays, but I'm so weak and tired all of the time, I can't get any more done.
I'm depressed a lot, both because of the election and the death of our country, and my illness and inability to do much.
I don't hear much from Lynn anymore.
Mary Douglass is coming tomorrow.
The house is dirty and needs her good work.
I met a fellow at the chemo clinic yesterday who had on a shirt from the IGA in Bean Station. We talked briefly, as he had brought his wife in for treatment. She looked bad, and he told me she is a 4. There's not a five. She's metasticised all over, and is terminal. I asked him if he knew Mary Douglass, and he said that they're related. It's a small world.
Peggy Smith, a local lady from Rutledge, has had to start chemo again, and asked me to pray for her. She cries all the time, and is a nervous wreck. She goes to Fort Sanders for hers, and I told her that if she would come up to Morristown, she'd be much happier. I give her a kiss each time I see her. She's battled cancer for many years. At Morristown, we're just one big happy family. We grieve for the ones we lose, and we rejoice for the ones who are finally released.
I have only two more treatments, and Steve insisted that I take them. Janie promised him that she would get me there, kicking and screaming if necessary, to finish the schedule,
My hair is still coming out, but I have just enough to look like I've got a hair-do. I don't have any hair that is more than 6-8 inches long, and it's trickey to get it to look nice.
Chris Watson worked today with Janie , and got the John Deere tractor home to Clairemont. We need it here for scraping the driveway this winter.
I don't know what good it will doWe could just as well drive on rutts, for the short time we will be allowed to live on our own property, Otto and Eddie have been through this before and are terrified and despondandt. Many are afraid to say anything at all.
I'm 'woozy' and a little confused, so I'm going back to bed and try to rest a little. Perhaps the girls will comfort me and try to keep me safe.
I feel terrible.
Steve has no patience with me when I'm troubled, so handle it the best I can, and get Janie to help me along.
Cherokee has made the statement that God is making me an example. But she has her ib up on rPeople are pulling at me from all directiob .
Time to get to bed. The drugs are getting to working.
Wednesday, November 7, 2012
It is horrible beyond words what has happened.
That wreched nigger squatter has been given 4 more years in the White House.
It spells the end of this great country, and I am despondent.
I've taken to my bed, and I don't know at this point if I will ever be able to walk the streets again.
I'm going to discontinue my chemotherapy, and I now wish to die a lingering death at the hands of some cancer, rather than see this once-great country awash in blood as the demons from hell drag all us Republicans from our homes into the streets and tear us limb from limb.
Steve begged me to go to Creekside with him to work some today, but I couldn't. There's little use in trying to do better, if all that I and other good people do is taken from us and given to deadbeats, whores, bastards, and liars.
I feel that my life is over, as are the lives of all others who have stood against the decline of this country and the morals which once guided us.
God has turned His back on us, and we are being led into captivity. The white wage-earners in this country are soon to be enslaved by the niggers, spicks, and welfare classes of white trash, and we will be worked only as long as we hold value as slaves, then butchered and probably fed to their dogs.
America has become a vast unmarked shallow grave.
We are lost forever.
That wreched nigger squatter has been given 4 more years in the White House.
It spells the end of this great country, and I am despondent.
I've taken to my bed, and I don't know at this point if I will ever be able to walk the streets again.
I'm going to discontinue my chemotherapy, and I now wish to die a lingering death at the hands of some cancer, rather than see this once-great country awash in blood as the demons from hell drag all us Republicans from our homes into the streets and tear us limb from limb.
Steve begged me to go to Creekside with him to work some today, but I couldn't. There's little use in trying to do better, if all that I and other good people do is taken from us and given to deadbeats, whores, bastards, and liars.
I feel that my life is over, as are the lives of all others who have stood against the decline of this country and the morals which once guided us.
God has turned His back on us, and we are being led into captivity. The white wage-earners in this country are soon to be enslaved by the niggers, spicks, and welfare classes of white trash, and we will be worked only as long as we hold value as slaves, then butchered and probably fed to their dogs.
America has become a vast unmarked shallow grave.
We are lost forever.
Saturday, November 3, 2012
Saturday, November 3, 2012
I guess it's time to post again.
I just talked with Judy, my favorite niece, and she told me that her graduation ceremony is on December 16, at 2:00. She's getting her MSN, and I'm so proud of her I could just pop.
She's planning to go for her PHD next, and I will fully support her dream of doing better and helping others.
My chemo has been pretty bad this time. I'm losing touch sensation in my finger tips, which is a bad sign of side effects. My doctor, Dr. Corchoran, tests me each time I see her (every two weeks) to see about the sensation, and I was doing alright until this last chemo treatment. My hair is still coming out, not too much at a time, but I've collected a couple of shopping bags now, and the end is not in sight. The double-whammy of the cancer and the chemo are about to finish me off.
Steve is still wet-nursing me all the time, and it's really helping me a lot.
I've started to re-gain some weight, and Dr. Cochoran is extatic. She told me that she wished half of her patients had the attitude and determination that I do. She says that my spirit does as much good as her medicines. But my spirit doesn't cause me to lose my hair.
I took Sheila, one of my nurses, some water-filled shoe liners this week. She and I wear the same size shoes, and I had shown her some that I was using. She took her shoes off and put them in right away. She was so pleased that I had brought her something. All my nurses at Thompson's are such delightful ladies. There's such a good spirit there.
Janie and I went to Habitat for Humanity in Dandridge yesterday and got some really good deals. Steve and I needed a new mattress, as my side of the air bed had sprung a leak. We got a really good buy on a kind sized mattress. My friend, Ann, who is the manager there, gives me really good discounts. I had told Janie on the way over that if they had a piano or organ in the shop, I could get a better price. I always set up and demonstrate their music instruments, and sinse I only play gospel, Ann stands beside the instrument and sings the songs I play. We have good times, and she is glad that someone is there to make the most of their instruments.
Janie and I had gone to the Habitat on Merchant's Road in Knoxville on Friday, and I got some really terriffic buys there, too. The former assistant manager is back. He's the most delightful black man, and is a pastor of a United Methodist Church in Clinton, Tn. He just gives me any small article that I want, and drastically cuts the prices of other things I might want.
I got some 2' wide insulation, some wall studs, a beautiful etched-glass storm door, a nice wooden blind for Janie, some marble window sills, some styro-foam insulation panels, and lots of small items. He only charged me a small amount for all my things, and Janie and I were really proud of our shopping experience. It's worth the trip to go there when Kevin is on duty.
Janie is the only person we employe now, and she and I have about decided to just work together throughout the winter, doing only small jobs, both because of my health and our inability to do much heavy lifting.
We got the cows at Clairemont into the corral and had Ed Boling to haul them to the auction for us this week. I am not able to care for them as I should, and Steve is gone so much, and has other work on him with my care, so I decided to sell them.
The beef prices are down, but we still made a nice amount from them.
Steve is pretty pretty proud, and he really likes the new mattress I bought, so he was grinning like a possum last night. His attitude has been patient and more gentle, and I pray that it continues.
I haven't heard much from Lynn lately. I hope all is well there. She was having a flare last I heard.
I'm still sewing a lot. I'm re-doing a lot of tops and things, some for myself and some to sell in my shop. I use fabric paint, beads, sequins, lace, fringe, and a host of other materials to make the shirts and tops unique, and a teacher at Jopppa Elementary asked me last when I would open my shop and offer some of my creations to the public. I think I might do alright, and Lynn told me that I should do really well with my creations.
My Brother sewing machine was giving me a little trouble with the zig-zag attachment, but my New Home has a killer zig-zag, so I think I'll just set it up for zig-zag, and let it do the work it's best suited for. I have a pretty nice little sewing corner up in the day room, but I need a little better light. I probably could use a better prescription for my eye glasses, too, but I'll bet I get the lights before I go to the eye doctor.
Steve is going to put a set of gas logs into the fireplace up there, so I will have it even nicer. I spend quite a bit of time up there now.
Well, the sun is shinning, and I have wet laundry to hang outside, so I must go.
Oh, just to make mention, Barbara is still fat, she smells bad, and her momma dresses her funny.
I just talked with Judy, my favorite niece, and she told me that her graduation ceremony is on December 16, at 2:00. She's getting her MSN, and I'm so proud of her I could just pop.
She's planning to go for her PHD next, and I will fully support her dream of doing better and helping others.
My chemo has been pretty bad this time. I'm losing touch sensation in my finger tips, which is a bad sign of side effects. My doctor, Dr. Corchoran, tests me each time I see her (every two weeks) to see about the sensation, and I was doing alright until this last chemo treatment. My hair is still coming out, not too much at a time, but I've collected a couple of shopping bags now, and the end is not in sight. The double-whammy of the cancer and the chemo are about to finish me off.
Steve is still wet-nursing me all the time, and it's really helping me a lot.
I've started to re-gain some weight, and Dr. Cochoran is extatic. She told me that she wished half of her patients had the attitude and determination that I do. She says that my spirit does as much good as her medicines. But my spirit doesn't cause me to lose my hair.
I took Sheila, one of my nurses, some water-filled shoe liners this week. She and I wear the same size shoes, and I had shown her some that I was using. She took her shoes off and put them in right away. She was so pleased that I had brought her something. All my nurses at Thompson's are such delightful ladies. There's such a good spirit there.
Janie and I went to Habitat for Humanity in Dandridge yesterday and got some really good deals. Steve and I needed a new mattress, as my side of the air bed had sprung a leak. We got a really good buy on a kind sized mattress. My friend, Ann, who is the manager there, gives me really good discounts. I had told Janie on the way over that if they had a piano or organ in the shop, I could get a better price. I always set up and demonstrate their music instruments, and sinse I only play gospel, Ann stands beside the instrument and sings the songs I play. We have good times, and she is glad that someone is there to make the most of their instruments.
Janie and I had gone to the Habitat on Merchant's Road in Knoxville on Friday, and I got some really terriffic buys there, too. The former assistant manager is back. He's the most delightful black man, and is a pastor of a United Methodist Church in Clinton, Tn. He just gives me any small article that I want, and drastically cuts the prices of other things I might want.
I got some 2' wide insulation, some wall studs, a beautiful etched-glass storm door, a nice wooden blind for Janie, some marble window sills, some styro-foam insulation panels, and lots of small items. He only charged me a small amount for all my things, and Janie and I were really proud of our shopping experience. It's worth the trip to go there when Kevin is on duty.
Janie is the only person we employe now, and she and I have about decided to just work together throughout the winter, doing only small jobs, both because of my health and our inability to do much heavy lifting.
We got the cows at Clairemont into the corral and had Ed Boling to haul them to the auction for us this week. I am not able to care for them as I should, and Steve is gone so much, and has other work on him with my care, so I decided to sell them.
The beef prices are down, but we still made a nice amount from them.
Steve is pretty pretty proud, and he really likes the new mattress I bought, so he was grinning like a possum last night. His attitude has been patient and more gentle, and I pray that it continues.
I haven't heard much from Lynn lately. I hope all is well there. She was having a flare last I heard.
I'm still sewing a lot. I'm re-doing a lot of tops and things, some for myself and some to sell in my shop. I use fabric paint, beads, sequins, lace, fringe, and a host of other materials to make the shirts and tops unique, and a teacher at Jopppa Elementary asked me last when I would open my shop and offer some of my creations to the public. I think I might do alright, and Lynn told me that I should do really well with my creations.
My Brother sewing machine was giving me a little trouble with the zig-zag attachment, but my New Home has a killer zig-zag, so I think I'll just set it up for zig-zag, and let it do the work it's best suited for. I have a pretty nice little sewing corner up in the day room, but I need a little better light. I probably could use a better prescription for my eye glasses, too, but I'll bet I get the lights before I go to the eye doctor.
Steve is going to put a set of gas logs into the fireplace up there, so I will have it even nicer. I spend quite a bit of time up there now.
Well, the sun is shinning, and I have wet laundry to hang outside, so I must go.
Oh, just to make mention, Barbara is still fat, she smells bad, and her momma dresses her funny.
Monday, October 29, 2012
Monday, October 29, 2012
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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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.
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Cherokee says I need to update my blog, and I've been lazy about it lately, so I'll take this opertunity to post.
Steve is home, and has some really ugly tendonitus in his left knee. It has his whole leg swollen, and he's on some crutches I had out in my garage for just this purpose. He is quite clumsy with them, and knocks over things all over the house. We took him to Doctor Duck the morning after he got home, and Doc gave him some injections in his knee which were very painful (I had to hold him down), but ineffective. Doctor Duck thinks it's gout, but I had told Steve it was tendonitus even before he got home on Thursday evening. He brings on these bouts with tendonitus by sitting for too long at his computer and tucking his feet under his desk chair. He's tucked in with a renewable ice pack on the sofa as I write.
Things have gone very slowly at Creekside. The chemo keeps me weakened and tired all the time, and I can't be there to keep everyone busy and inspired. They seem to be riding the clock. I finally told Tom to take this last week off, because he's getting on Janie's nerves and making more messes.
After Janie had cleaned the upstairs getting ready for wall paper, he took Steve's cut-off saw up to the day room and set it up to cut wood trim. It created a horrible mess, and Janie was livid. You could see the dust in layer even on the walls. Then he used a wood-cutting blade to cut and fit the marble window sill for one of the rooms. That made Steve mad. I have a water-table tile saw, but he said he didn't want to use 'that thing'. The water guard was lost long ago, and it's messy, but that is what it was designed to do, and that is the proper tool for cutting stone, tile, and marble.
Everyone is angry, and I'm the one in the middle who is taking all the fire.
Stucco gave me a fair price on repairing the overhangs on the house, and I was able to 'Jew' hin down to an even better price. It's local work for him, and I'm willing to deal with his trauma-dramas. It's good for both of us.
He's doing a pretty good job from what I can tell at this point, and we're such good friends. Cherokee comes and brings Steven, their grandson. Cherokee can't get Steven to obey her, but he does just what I say. When I tell him he can't do something, he'll stand and stomp his feet and scream at me, but he doesn't do it, either. Cherokee just turns her head so Steven can't see her and grins. He knows that I'll get up and go get him and smack his little legs if he doesn't mind me.
He's a beautiful little boy, and has an incredible amount of energy. I don't know how Cherokee manages him. He clings to her, and cries if she wants to go to the bathroom or leaves him, even to walk down to her car to get cigarettes. It will be a melt-down when Shawn gets out of jail and he and Tina (Janie's daughter) take Steven to live with them.
They are so much in love, and Tina goes to the jail to see Shawn every time she can. Shawn has got saved while in jail, and it sounds like a genuine conversion in some ways, but he and Tina are planning to live together without benifit of clergy after his release. Tina says they are going to attend church together, and I asked Janie how that might fly with a minister. She says that the church shouldn't judge, but I told her that judgement had already been made about that matter. God said that we shouldn't do it, and that's final. To observe that someone is not doing God's will while professing His name is not being judgemental.
Janie and I are in the process of papering Steve's office, which was Maude Lowe's bedroom years ago. I say we are in the process, because when we papered one wall, the dust from the saw on the landing outside the room had so coated the wall that the wall paper came loose and buckled terribly during the night. The work will have to be repeated, but we have a lot of that paper, so all is not lost.
Mary and Lawrence came to visit me week before last. I'd say that she had to make him come, as he just doesn't visit. It was good to see him...and HER.
Mary is a good head of our family, and takes her responsibilities seriously. She makes peace and keeps us in line as much as she can. God always knows what He's doing.
I have some stepping stones that I've promised her, and I need to get them on the truck and get them out to her and placed before winter, when there will be so much mud. She, as a heart patient, can't lift so much, and I, with my tempermental port in my right subclavien vein, am not supposed to lift.
I don't know how we'll get this accomplished, but there is almost always a way to get things done if you're willing to work at them.
The court date for Randy Reagan, was somewhat disapointing. He got time, but it is to be served while he's serving the time for the crimes he had committed before he broke into our home. I got a judgement for $35,000.00 against him, but I don't know how the court expects me to get anything while he's serving seven years for his crime.
The white truck is giving some trouble (nothing major) and Steve wants to take it to Jefferson City to get it fixed at some dealer there. It's going to cost $300.00 there, and I told him that Gordon Treese could do the same work for much less. He still wants to go to the dealer, so I guess we will.
The City Council of Rutledge has decided that Dwight Bull has to have his parking lot paved that services his new restaurant, and is fining him $50.00 a day until it's done. He said that it will cost him $18,000.00 to get it paved. There are many businesses in Rutledge that do not have paved parking, and I'm intrigued that they have singled him out for prosecution. I don't like the man, but fair is fair.
As luck would have it, just as I'm writing this up-date, I've been interupted by Stucco, needing some materials. I think I have them stored in our storage locker, so that means that I have to get dressed, fix my hair, and go to the other side of Rutledge to the locker and try to find what he needs.
I'll try to get back to this and write more later.
Steve is home, and has some really ugly tendonitus in his left knee. It has his whole leg swollen, and he's on some crutches I had out in my garage for just this purpose. He is quite clumsy with them, and knocks over things all over the house. We took him to Doctor Duck the morning after he got home, and Doc gave him some injections in his knee which were very painful (I had to hold him down), but ineffective. Doctor Duck thinks it's gout, but I had told Steve it was tendonitus even before he got home on Thursday evening. He brings on these bouts with tendonitus by sitting for too long at his computer and tucking his feet under his desk chair. He's tucked in with a renewable ice pack on the sofa as I write.
Things have gone very slowly at Creekside. The chemo keeps me weakened and tired all the time, and I can't be there to keep everyone busy and inspired. They seem to be riding the clock. I finally told Tom to take this last week off, because he's getting on Janie's nerves and making more messes.
After Janie had cleaned the upstairs getting ready for wall paper, he took Steve's cut-off saw up to the day room and set it up to cut wood trim. It created a horrible mess, and Janie was livid. You could see the dust in layer even on the walls. Then he used a wood-cutting blade to cut and fit the marble window sill for one of the rooms. That made Steve mad. I have a water-table tile saw, but he said he didn't want to use 'that thing'. The water guard was lost long ago, and it's messy, but that is what it was designed to do, and that is the proper tool for cutting stone, tile, and marble.
Everyone is angry, and I'm the one in the middle who is taking all the fire.
Stucco gave me a fair price on repairing the overhangs on the house, and I was able to 'Jew' hin down to an even better price. It's local work for him, and I'm willing to deal with his trauma-dramas. It's good for both of us.
He's doing a pretty good job from what I can tell at this point, and we're such good friends. Cherokee comes and brings Steven, their grandson. Cherokee can't get Steven to obey her, but he does just what I say. When I tell him he can't do something, he'll stand and stomp his feet and scream at me, but he doesn't do it, either. Cherokee just turns her head so Steven can't see her and grins. He knows that I'll get up and go get him and smack his little legs if he doesn't mind me.
He's a beautiful little boy, and has an incredible amount of energy. I don't know how Cherokee manages him. He clings to her, and cries if she wants to go to the bathroom or leaves him, even to walk down to her car to get cigarettes. It will be a melt-down when Shawn gets out of jail and he and Tina (Janie's daughter) take Steven to live with them.
They are so much in love, and Tina goes to the jail to see Shawn every time she can. Shawn has got saved while in jail, and it sounds like a genuine conversion in some ways, but he and Tina are planning to live together without benifit of clergy after his release. Tina says they are going to attend church together, and I asked Janie how that might fly with a minister. She says that the church shouldn't judge, but I told her that judgement had already been made about that matter. God said that we shouldn't do it, and that's final. To observe that someone is not doing God's will while professing His name is not being judgemental.
Janie and I are in the process of papering Steve's office, which was Maude Lowe's bedroom years ago. I say we are in the process, because when we papered one wall, the dust from the saw on the landing outside the room had so coated the wall that the wall paper came loose and buckled terribly during the night. The work will have to be repeated, but we have a lot of that paper, so all is not lost.
Mary and Lawrence came to visit me week before last. I'd say that she had to make him come, as he just doesn't visit. It was good to see him...and HER.
Mary is a good head of our family, and takes her responsibilities seriously. She makes peace and keeps us in line as much as she can. God always knows what He's doing.
I have some stepping stones that I've promised her, and I need to get them on the truck and get them out to her and placed before winter, when there will be so much mud. She, as a heart patient, can't lift so much, and I, with my tempermental port in my right subclavien vein, am not supposed to lift.
I don't know how we'll get this accomplished, but there is almost always a way to get things done if you're willing to work at them.
The court date for Randy Reagan, was somewhat disapointing. He got time, but it is to be served while he's serving the time for the crimes he had committed before he broke into our home. I got a judgement for $35,000.00 against him, but I don't know how the court expects me to get anything while he's serving seven years for his crime.
The white truck is giving some trouble (nothing major) and Steve wants to take it to Jefferson City to get it fixed at some dealer there. It's going to cost $300.00 there, and I told him that Gordon Treese could do the same work for much less. He still wants to go to the dealer, so I guess we will.
The City Council of Rutledge has decided that Dwight Bull has to have his parking lot paved that services his new restaurant, and is fining him $50.00 a day until it's done. He said that it will cost him $18,000.00 to get it paved. There are many businesses in Rutledge that do not have paved parking, and I'm intrigued that they have singled him out for prosecution. I don't like the man, but fair is fair.
As luck would have it, just as I'm writing this up-date, I've been interupted by Stucco, needing some materials. I think I have them stored in our storage locker, so that means that I have to get dressed, fix my hair, and go to the other side of Rutledge to the locker and try to find what he needs.
I'll try to get back to this and write more later.
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