Wednesday, August 31, 2011

One Tired Puppy

The ever-popular post-decadron insomnia reared its ugly head last night.  I fell asleep after 4:30AM, and woke at 7AM.  On the plus side, I read two books last night. :)


My hands are getting a bit tingly today, and a little red, but I took my B6, and keep putting a ton of lotion on 'em, as directed.


I am really, really weak today.  The walker is my friend, and I have to remember NOT to get up from a sit too quickly.  I got horribly dizzy once today; I'd rather not repeat that, thank you. ;)


So, I found some stats for my type of clinical trial on the internet, though it's the British Phase I and II Trial stats.  These are definitely the numbers my oncologist quoted to me when he was reading up on it. It made for interesting reading.  If you can get through the regimen, the results are damned good.  But less than 35% of the subjects can make it through six rounds before the toxicity becomes too much for them. They lost one patient before they could even start the trial.  Most of the six round patients have made it to 10 months of survival.  I am currently at 11 months myself. :)   It would be QUITE lovely to get another ... oh... 10-20-... 60(!) more months.  Yep, I am optimistic.


If you want to see what's up with this trial, here are the stats from the British Trials


I got to speak with my manager today and told him I was SO ready to come back to work.  I am scheduled to be back on October 18th if I can get the OK from my oncologist.  Happily I can telecommute most days, but I surely would love to spend at least one day a week at the plant.  Gosh, I miss everyone so much.


Hugs to all, and remember that every day is a gift.  Just look for the wrapping paper and bows; you'll find 'em if you look!

Tuesday, August 30, 2011

I'm at Ironwood

After consulting with Dr. Fastenberg, it was decided that we'd do another round of the Camptosar and Xeloda before we do the next scan.  This is fine with me because I am illogically hoping that FIVE treatments will show positive progress MUCH more than a measley four treatments.  Yes, I *am* a loon.

Other than the above, there is not much new to report.  I shall resume the Xeloda pills with dinner and get back to the chemo week ON routine.

Hugs to all!

Edit...
Oooh, now that I have my calendar, I see I'll be having SIX rounds of this before the scan.  EVEN better, I say.  :)

Sunday, August 28, 2011

And a New Week Begins...

...thus, tomorrow, I have to go have vials of blood siphoned from my poor arm.  I guess I had better start drinking lots of water as soon as I get up.  It helps the blood flow, you know. ;)


Tuesday is chemo infusion day with the Camptosar, and then the Xeloda tablets start Tuesday afternoon.  This is round four for this iteration of chemotherapy.  But I had a great weekend.  We ran World of Warcraft dungeons out the wazoo today, and two of my sisters got a cool dragon mount.  If I had gotten one, I'd have taken a picture so I could show you.  Maybe next weekend.  But I do love having an all-sister dungeon party. :)




Actually, the dragon they got today looks a bit like the one I am riding above.  Well, my Tauren Druid is riding it.  I'd be too scared, myself. :D  This one is an Albino Drake, and they got a Bronze Drake.


I've been tired, so I've been reading a lot because that just taxes my eyes and not the rest of me.  I do love to read.  Plus it makes me forget how much I dread my chemo week ON. :P  Oh well, as my dentist and I talked about, as long as I still have fun, and have good days, I'm happy.  But you know, in the back of my mind, no matter how much I try to keep it out of there, I still know another scan is coming and I'm running out of options.  Ugh, I hate those scans... well, not the scans themselves, but the waiting for the results.  I could surely use some good results for a change. :)


Alrighty, I'm off to bed.  Don't worry about me, I still have tons of red in my health bar; not ready to head out of this world just yet. I'm still hanging in, hoping against hope that I get an invite to the Diablo III beta.  Come on, Blizzard, make my day!

Wednesday, August 24, 2011

A Good Dentist is a Joy Forever

Dr. Robert Baker is my dentist and he got me all fixed up today.  We talked about a lot of things; he's just the best.  Unfortunately, I cried a little as we were talking about my prognosis, but he got me laughing again pretty quickly.


I only cried because I'm getting a little tired of pain.  It wears you down, you know, and makes it hard to be your normally happy self.  But I came home, took a Naprosyn and felt better.  It doesn't take away all the pain, but it makes it manageable.  I just don't want to vomit and I don't want to keep taking the compazine, either.  The vicodin makes me sick.  I've always had a very low tolerance for pain killers.  


I'll discuss all this with Dr. Fastenberg on Tuesday when I see him before the next infusion.  The major pain is still in my left leg.  It feels muscular to me, but I don't know.  I had the sonogram on both of my legs to check for blood clots and everything was fine.  And my left leg doesn't LOOK any different than my right leg, which is a good sign, I think.


Tonight, though, I will probably take a vicodin before I try to sleep.  


Other than that, I broke down and got a game from Amazon even if it is from those evil cads at Electronic Arts.  It's called Darkspore and so far, it's not bad.  Kind of a dungeon crawler in space.  But you know me, it needs more phat lewtz. ;)  I do like the ability to change your 'hero' in mid battle.  I just wish EA would stop making you go ONLINE when all you are doing is playing a freaking single-player game.  They treat their customers like we're all thieves.  


Anywho, thought I'd best post as it had been a couple of days, and people worry when I don't post.  Oh, and speaking of posts, over the weekend I wrote my last blog post, with instructions for my sisters on how to access my blog and copy and paste it in.


It's unsettling when you find a blog you are drawn to, especially the ones written by people with a chronic disease, and it just stops.  No more posts.  You don't know if they have gotten so well, that their exciting life has given them no time to post, or if something more final has happened.  It's sad, too.  


So, I didn't want anyone to come upon this blog someday, and have to wonder what ever happened to Tequila and her journey through cancer.  I think it's a good final post, if I do say so myself; upbeat, not maudlin, or scary, just factual and happy. :)


You know, I love every single day I get, even the ones with pain, because I get to be with people I love, chihuahuas I adore, and I get to let people know that just because you've got an expiration date on you, it's no reason to stop living and having fun.


Live long and prosper. :D

Monday, August 22, 2011

The Dentist

I'm not supposed to have invasive dental procedures while undergoing chemotherapy.  But the temporary fix to the missing filling has bitten the dust.  I called my dentist today, and we worked out the probable best time for doing another temporary, and that will be on Wednesday.  Hopefully, I will be feeling well enough to at least walk with the walker, but at least my dentist has a handicapped parking space right outside his door.


Happily, I have no pain, just the abyss where the filling used to reside.  Mainly, I don't want to screw up that area in any way and GET pain, or have to have some really invasive procedure.  And since I can't have work done on my mouth while I'm doing chemo, ... It's hard to tell WHEN I can get the situation truly fixed.  Oh well.


Tomorrow, I take my Xeloda morning pills, and then I have my beloved week off!  Had another ocular migraine this morning, and I had had one on Saturday, which means I will have to tell Dr. Fastenberg, and he'll want to have my head examined. :D  Yeah, I will certainly be looking forward to a brain scan.  Thank the deities for Xanax.


Plus I have to tell him that I am having shooting, nerve-type pain in my LEFT shoulder, now.  Ai chihuahua.  It's always something.


The weather is pretty hideous this week; we have an Excessive Heat Warning in effect until THURSDAY!  And when they say Excessive Heat out here, they mean business.  Like we PRAY for the lows at night to be under 90 degrees, and the highs to not get any worse than 110.  Of course, you probably realize that my veggie garden is done for the summer, but wow, did we get great produce!


Oh, I finished my triptych watercolor!  Nancy and Jane are going to see about the framing for me.  I have decided that I just love how it turned out, and now I feel much more confident about hitting the canvas to make something for Wendy and Dean.


Be well, all.  Make sure you hug someone every day!  I'm going to close this post with a picture of Portia, the scarlet macaw.  She was a rescue, and the sweetest thing, but alas, years of malnutrition cut her life short.  At least she did finally learn to eat real food and play, so I am happy the final year of her life was good to her.

Friday, August 19, 2011

Quiet Day

The Apothecary Shop delivered another batch of Xeloda pills today.  Excitement plus. :P  Oh don't mind me, I'm not feeling great so my attitude is less than stellar today.  Cancer and its treatments really do force you on a rollercoaster of emotional responses.  I never did like rollercoasters, though. :D

The temporary crown the dentist put on a while back came off today, but they were not open, so I'll have to wait until Monday to call them.  Meanwhile, I shall do my best to ignore what feels like a gaping abyss on the right side of my mouth.

I can't actually get it really worked on while I am on the chemo, so I guess it'll be another temp.  I wonder if there's a temp that's a bit more substantial?  Oh well, no worries; it'll get fixed in some manner.

Oh, but Jane and Nancy found me some really great paint brushes and I'm working on that tryptych again.  It's not bad.  I may hang it in my bedroom.

Don't have too much to say in this post; I'm tired, weak, dizzy sometimes, .. you know, it's the usual for my week ON chemo.  I'm sleeping like a champion, though, can't quibble about that.  My glucose is doing incredibly well.  Dammit, if I wasn't dying of cancer, I'd be in pretty good shape! :D

Seriously, though... I'm not often serious.  Don't forget to take most of my posts with a shaker of salt.  Oh, and I love salt.  And that's another thing.  I have the best blood pressure!  I tells ya, I'm fit as a fiddle, except for one thing, the bane of my existence, cancer.  Ai chihuahua.

Well, hugs and love to all.  I must drink more water.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Infusing


Lots of very social and loud chemo patients here today.  Unfortunately, when people can't hear well, or live with someone that doesn't hear well, they tend to speak very VERY loudly.  They are giving me a headache.


Cancer has definitely given me patience.  Either that, or I am secretly lamenting my lack of a concealed weapon.  Just kidding, mostly.


I'll post more later.  I'm off to find a weapon.


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Now that I am home, where life is much quieter and more relaxing, and  because there were no weapons to be found, damn the luck, I can continue. :D


I had a new oncology nurse today, and I liked her quite a bit, but I couldn't read her name on her badge, although it started with a C.  She had a little trouble accessing my port.  Somehow, I think it says something about me, that I didn't mind the pain of the miss, as much as I minded the very loud, very obnoxious senior citizens.  Hmmmm.


And besides, what is another bruise?  I have the black hand of death thing going on from yesterday's visit with the phlebotamist.  Third stick was the charm, though, as usual.  


Oh how I hate Atropine.  But I think I probably should appreciate it for the reason it is given.  It's just that it makes me dizzy, screws with my ability to focus, and makes me irritable.  Thus my reaction to the decibel-blasting geriatric set.


So, I have to start my chemo pills (Xeloda) again, with dinner.  I have heard reports of people saying my blog has been about food quite a bit recently, but if you follow the pattern, that's only on my chemo off week.  Yeah, once I get my appetite back, I do tend to enjoy food again.  But for now, my chemo week ON, I tolerate it.  Gotta have something in my stomach to cushion the blow of the pills, but I do not actually enjoy it this week.  You should see how my weight fluctuates between the two weeks! :D


Have a great week, all.  Love, hugs and kisses!









Sunday, August 14, 2011

Laughter, Food, and Family

The visit with my sister, brother-in-law, and niece was fantastic.  It made me so happy on many levels.  First, of course, is that we laughed and talked and laughed even more.


Cee treated us all to Outback's take-away, and of course, I had to have some crab.  This time, though, it was snow crab rather than Alaskan King Crab... but I have to say, this snow crab was the best I've ever had.  And then we had to talk about the best food we'd had in all the places we'd visited in our lives.  Cee had chicken shawarma in Israel.  Mine was an incredible Paella in Barcelona.  CeeCee enjoyed Korean in Dallas.  It's interesting all of life's memories that are connected to food. Of course, that makes sense, considering you need food for life.


We laughed about Mom's lack of cooking prowess.  Not in any sense was it disrespectful laughter, rather it was how Mom's cooking colored our perception of certain foods that we thought were hideous, but that we now love.  It wasn't that she didn't care; she just didn't KNOW how to cook.  To her, considering how poor she was as a child, food was not necessarily something about which to be inspired, but more about keeping bellies fed.  And, frankly, Mom hated cooking.  It was a chore for her. 


Happily, to her daughters, cooking became a passion.  Cooking became a creative outlet; cooking became a way to show love to those with whom we shared our creations.


It isn't often that I write two posts in one day, but I have to tell you that I had SUCH a great day today.  Thank you, Cee, Bud and CeeCee.  It truly was such fun.  I may be exhausted, but being with you was worth it.  MORE than worth it.  I love you all so much.

Work in Progress


Well, here is what I started working on a couple of days ago.  As you can see, the bottom half has had the water wash applied, and thus you'll see curling edges.  And this is 140 lb. watercolor paper.  (Thank you, Julie!)  I'm still working on the top half.  The photo doesn't really do the color saturation justice.  I'm really happy with the 'rustiness' of the browns, reds, and yellows, though.


My left leg is quite painful today.  It's very obviously muscular and I wonder what I did to deserve this.  Must have pulled something whilst I was digging out my painting supplies. :D


Jane took a picture of our cat, Jaina, today.  The silly thing looks like she posed for it.  Cats are strange creatures.  I can read quite a bit of disgruntlement in her face. :D  


As cats go, she's relatively decent.  Antisocial, but when she WANTS company, quite a pest.  Luckily for her, she's also beautiful.


Tomorrow, I have to head to Sonora Quest for my pre-chemo lab work, then get poisoned on Tuesday and start the week long joy of Xeloda pills.  This could be quite annoying, but I think it's going a long way towards keeping me alive, and so I can't complain. :D


Now, I'm off.  My sister Cee, the wonderful Bud and my niece, CeeCee are on their way for a visit.  I love them so much; I can't wait to see them!


Love, hugs and kisses to all!

Saturday, August 13, 2011

Painting Again

It's been ages since I picked up my watercolors, but my sister, Wendy, got me inspired and I started working on a triptych yesterday.  I was rather ambivalent about how it was progressing in the watercolor pencil dry stage, but today, I started to apply the water, and I am LOVING how it is looking.  


But, frankly, I have crappy brushes, so I will need to find a good hobby store or something and see what I can do to rectify the situation.  I find myself, instead of  gently swirling my colors, attacking them instead.  It's almost like I'm stippling instead of painting.  And it's doing something special to what I've laid in with the pencils.  In any event, I so enjoy painting and being creative, and even though I may not have any finesse, I have FUN! :D


What I was doing with the triptych was essentially practice because I want to give Wendy and Dean a triptych for their living room for Winter Solstice.  I have the canvasses already, but I wasn't ready to hit them immediately.  I need to play first.  Not that what I'll be doing with the canvasses won't be play time, but it'll be a little more thoughtful playtime. ;)


One of the watercolor books I have shows techniques for creating a parrot.  I was thinking of doing a triptych of three of the same parrot, only different colors for each canvas.  But don't worry, Dean and Wendy,  I doubt that'll be what you get... hehehe.


Anyway, thank you, Wendy, for inspiring me to get out the watercolor pencils again.  It makes me very happy.


Hugs, kisses and love to all!

Thursday, August 11, 2011

Lunch Out

Today I had a special treat:  Lunch out with sisters.  We went to Bellagio's.  No, not the one in Las Vegas, although I hear they have a few decent places to eat there. :D


Their Cilantro Jalapeno Hummus is fantastic.  We had that for starters.  I wanted a salad, but yeah... those pesky fresh veggies and their bacteria.  Still, I had something I loved anyway, the Chicken Shawarma Pita.  Yes, there was hummus in there, too.  Have I mentioned that I love Hummus?  Yum. :)


Well, of course, I can never eat everything they give you at restaurants, so frankly, I have dinner for tonight as well.  And we had a lovely time.  It was fun, but exhausting.  I could probably take a nap right about now, but I don't like to sleep after a meal.


I'm feeling relatively decent today, but I'm getting some sporadic pain in my left leg... it's the leg that always gets chemo related pain worst of all, for some reason.  I've had dopplers on both legs, and they were in good shape, so I am not worried about blood clots.  And in the general scheme of things, this pain is not a problem at all.


And that's it for this post.  Happiness is good hummus and yummy chicken and excellent company. :)

Tuesday, August 9, 2011

You Know Something is Odd, But What?

I got up this morning, thankfully(!), as I usually do, and in the process of brushing my teeth, it dawned on me that something about my face was ... odd.

Not scary odd, or anything, but I couldn't put my finger on what was different.  It finally hit me just now as I was cleaning my glasses.  My eyebrows are gone.  It's bizarre! :D

I'm so used to having a bald head and having lost my eyelashes, but my eyebrows seemed to have remained unscathed.  Alas, no more.  Frankly, I do appreciate not having to shave my legs or underarms, but dang!  I need to get one of those things they use on those home decorating shows.... um... where they use a stippling brush and it goes into the blank bits.  Wow, I hate it when I can't think of a word.  If you knew me well, I used to be akin to a walking Thesaurus.  Chemo screws with your brain; not enough to be scary, so far, but enough to be annoying. ;)

STENCIL!

Gads.

Yeah, I need an eyebrow stencil.  Okay, probably not.  I'm just happy I remembered the word stencil. :P

Jane and Nancy made me a really cool layered salad today.  I know, no uncooked veggies, but ... meh... I needed it... REALLY!  It was mixed greens, then orzo, then tomatoes, more greens, croutons, chopped eggs, crab meat, and parmesan cheese.  They made a garlic Caesar dressing for it, too.  It was SO good.  So, so, SO GOOD!  And there is plenty for tomorrow.  Oh, and today I had my last 4 Xeloda pills for this round, so I am happy as a clam.  A whole week off from scarfing down chemo pills.  Life is good. :)

And that's my story for today; good salad, no eyebrows, and a chemo week off.

Love and kisses and hugs to all!

Monday, August 8, 2011

Monday Morning...

...and it's a bit cloudy.  The news reader said it was 50% humidity this morning and it's already 87 degrees.  No wonder it's hard to breathe. :)


Jane and Nancy put my new bed together yesterday, and I slept like the proverbial log.  No squeaks or squawks every time I moved!  YAY for Ikea and the MALM bed.  I got it in Birch veneer, and love this particular bed for its clean, minimalist look.  And you have to admit, the price is nothing to sneeze at, either.


I have two more rounds of Xeloda pills before I get my week off.  Four more at dinner tonight and four at breakfast tomorrow.  My hands are starting to feel... strange, but so far, the feet seem to be ok.


Still, the Xeloda pills are not being nice to my tummy.  But, if it's the Xeloda that has put an end to those referral pains, my stomach and I can deal with a little ickiness. :D


So that's my report for today; nothing new, nothing exciting, except for the fact that I still live.  That's pretty exciting. :D


Love, hugs and kisses to all!



Friday, August 5, 2011

I Hate The Weakness

Yesterday, I was so weak I almost fell, so I'm using my walker around the house again.  And today, I fell asleep after lunch.  I hardly EVER sleep during the day, but I guess my body knows what it needs better than I.


Other than feeling pretty nasty, I've been spared many of the Xeolda and Camptosar side effects, at least so far.  Dr. F said we should do this regimen for four months and then get scanned again.  It's just so weird that this is my life; tons of drugs, days of not being well, then days of feeling great, and a vague disbelief that I'm even sick... until the cycle starts again.  Yeah, when the weakness hits, I feel like it's a precursor of the end of my days.  I can't do a damned thing.  Must be why I slept.


Is it strange that I think it's hilarious that I was so worried about the Esophageal Cancer, which is pretty much stabilized, and what's really going to get me is the Adrenal Gland Cancer?  Hey, but at least it has NOT metastasized yet.  Yes, see, you can tell when I'm not feeling very well, because I start to accept that mortality isn't all that bad.  When I feel good, I know I can fight for quite a while more.  It's normal; you feel physically bad, you feel mentally bad, and vice versa.


Anywho, the cycle of good days is about to come around any day now, and I'll be back to my old self.  Hopefully, I'll be good enough to run a dungeon with my sisters tomorrow. :)  Yes, we're making it a weekend ritual.  It's good for us; keeps us all connected, and works our brains, and I get to be the healer!  Maybe I can get some of that good healing juju to transfer from the PC to my poor cancer-riddled body. :D  I should try to get a good screen shot during a boss fight, so I can show you how we have fun.


Ok, hugs and kisses to all.  I'm going to go use up an Amazon gift certificate.  I think I hear something chocolate calling to me.....



Wednesday, August 3, 2011

A Curious Young Lady

While waiting to be called back to see Dr. Fastenberg, Jane and I were sitting in the waiting room when a child of about 3 or 4 (yeah, I kinda suck at figuring out the age of children... no frame of personal reference, you know) came walking up to ask what apparently was a burning question.


"Are you a boy, or a girl?"  Mom, sitting across the aisle was mortified.  I just answered the question.  "Well, I was hoping the sparkly pink earrings would give it away, and I know I don't have hair, but I really am a girl."


"Why don't you have hair?"


"I'm taking some medication, and it made my hair fall out, but it will be back."

She then eyed my pink walker, which I also assumed would be a clue to my gender, and we won't even mention that I do actually still have breasts...and asked, "And what is that for?"



Now, her mom is just shaking her head in resignation, at least happy that I am not taking offense at her inquisitive little darling.  "Sometimes the medicine I take makes me really tired, and I need to use this to help me to walk so I don't fall down."


And with her curiosity sated, she returned to mom who gave me a mouthed "Thank you." 


Listen, I figured if she was that curious, I just had to be up front with her.  But that's another by-product of never having had children; you tend to just treat them like adults.  I think they like it quite a bit, too.
That's a shot of my little Dwarf Shaman flying past the Twilight Hightlands at sunset.  Pretty!

Tuesday, August 2, 2011

Infusion Time Again

I've had three different rounds of chemotherapy; the first in November-December of 2010, then another beginning in May of 2011, and now this one.  I had no problems getting myself in to Ironwood for every infusion in each round.  It just had to be done, and so I did it.


Why, then, is THIS round causing me so much anxiety?  Seriously, the day of my infusion, I have to take a Xanax or go bonkers.  Maybe it IS time to see a therapist.


And maybe I just am so scared of that Aranesp, it's the real cause of my anxiety.  So, I told Dr. F that I was really leery of that shot, and he talked it out with me, told me some interesting facts, and generally allayed my fears about it.  I can't remember what I said, but he smiled, and told me that he found me charming and that he really liked me. :)  Well, of course, I adore him, because he pulls no punches, he's direct, and he understands that I have a brain and treats me accordingly.  (That, people, is a rare gift in doctors, but thank gods all my doctors have that gift.)


Oh yeah, and speaking of Xanax, they called in another bottle of it for me.  It's a crutch, yeah, and I don't frankly care.  I'm not going to become addicted to it, and if I do, well, such is life... I'm not going to be around forever.


Yep, definitely having some issues today.  And of course, I get to start up the Xeloda tablets with my dinner tonight.  Yum. :P


And here is the aforementioned PINK version of my favorite fedora.  If you notice, I have a pin on my blouse....my oncology nurse uses it to pin up my IV line, so that when I wander, as I tend to do because I get bored, it won't pull, or get caught on my IV pole.


Well, I'm getting hungry, believe it or not, so, I guess it's time to think about dinner.


Love to all, and don't worry about me, the weird funk will pass as it always does. :)

Monday, August 1, 2011

Thinking of Pico

My middle brother died in 2004, in January.  I'm thinking of him quite a bit lately, since August 3rd is his birthday.  Yes, his name was Pico Sepulveda, and if you are into Dr. Demento, you may know why that name brings a smile to people's faces.


But it wasn't just his name; it was everything about him.  Pico loved people.  He loved interacting with them, entertaining them, making them happy.  He adored his family, every single one of us, and gods know there are plenty of us. :)  Yeah, we have our odd ones, but I won't name names.  You know who you are. :D


Pico had been in the Navy.  He decided that it was probably better to enlist in the Navy than it would be to be drafted into the Army.  I think it was a good decision.  My sisters, his son... we have lots of former Navy members in my family.  My dad used to drive us down to San Diego, from Los Angeles, at least once a month to visit Pico.  He worked as a reporter for "The Periscope," which I believe was the newspaper of Point Loma's submarine base.  He was stationed on the USS Nereus, which is a submarine tender.  It was always an adventure to go aboard the Nereus during its open houses.  It was so big; at least to my child's eyes.  Big is really an aircraft carrier, which I have never had the pleasure to board.


After the Navy, following in the footsteps of the rest of our aircraft crazy family, Pico went to work for Flying Tiger.  It's gone now, but it was a cargo flying company.  They flew 747's.  


When I came out to Arizona in 1985, Pico brought his family out to visit.  I think he fell in love with it, as had I, at first sight.  It wasn't long before he moved his family out here.  I was so happy to have family here!  Next, my older sister and her family moved here.  I guess I had started a trend.  Eventually, I'd be joined by my mom and her sister, my Aunt Lorraine, and my oldest sister and her husband, the wonderful Bud, moved to Lake Havasu.  I'd like to think it was my magnetic personality that drew them all out here, but... yeah, Arizona is the best. :D


I miss Pico very much, but I see him in his sons, and in his grandsons, and I am very thankful for that.  He knows how much he is loved.


Well, tomorrow is camptosar infusion day... blech.  But I was feeling pretty well today, and my phlebotomist was a GEM!  Tomorrow I'll find out how my labs were.  I'm kind of hoping we don't have to have a shot of that creepy Aranesp.  But, you know, I'll do what I have to do. :P


Have sweet dreams, people.  Give someone you love a big hug.



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