Regardless of the situation, no matter how hopeless the outcome may be, I will never quit, and I will never back down. I have become the wolf.

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14 years, how fast they flew by.


Fourteen years ago I married my best friend.  Wow, fourteen years.  Actually 20 if you think about it.  20 years of happiness, sadness, sorrow, joy, hotdogs and filet.  We’ve certainly got the sickness and health part down pat.

I can’t believe how big I am in these photo’s.  That’s a size 24 dress and I was probably tipping the scales at 190.

I’m a lot more comfortable the way I am now.  I think that dress weighs more than I do now.

This is us now, well at least us as we were in January.

I was just flipping back through photo’s.  How we’ve changed through the years.  And the people we have become, who would have thought that a tough guy and a broken girl would meet and match so completely.

And thanks for trying to get into the Whitney tonight.  Who the hell gets married on a Wed. anyway?  Glad you could get us in tomorrow.

Have a great day everyone.  May all your dreams come true.

 

 

Another whirlwind weekend wizzes past.


It’s been a beautiful weekend thus far.  Last night Joe and I went to the Whitney for dinner.  Dinner was excellent, but I was a tad uncomfortable.  You see, there was a wedding reception taking place last night, so most of the evening was spent with flashes going off outside our dining room door from the photographer.  Lots of gathering and raised joyous voices in the vestibule.  I was expecting the gentle sounds of the piano player playing softly in the background and muted conversation.  Not a DJ introducing the next Mr. and Mrs. so and so.  And then witnessing the grand procession down the stairs into the entryway, complete with introductions and photos.

Just not the quiet dinner I envisioned, but I had a wonderful time anyway.  I did get to see some large women in crazy tight dresses and some shoes that Lady GaGa would kill for.  Why is it that large bottomed women think we want to see them in skin-tight, so short we can see your business, skirts and dresses is beyond me.

C and L came by with the kids this morning.  It’s always wonderful to see them.  I get such joy in my heart just sitting and watching them play.  And the way they naturally cuddle and touch is amazing.  We were laying on the kitchen floor, printing coloring pictures from my computer, and they were both snuggled up next to me.  Isla smells like heaven and is such a girly girl.  And Harper is just becoming such a little man.  He talks like a much older child.  His comprehension is so far beyond his four years.  I’m so in awe of them and the power they have over me.

Harper asked me today why I was sick and when I was gonna get better.  I just told him that I didn’t know why and didn’t know when, but I was working really hard at getting better.  He just said OK and went back to coloring.  A little while later he looked up and said, “just don’t get too sick on me, OK.”  I’m so in love with him.

Just hanging out playing cards with M now.  He’ll take off soon to go home and another weekend will come to a close.  The weeks take so long and the weekends just fly past.

I dread Tuesday more and more with every passing moment.  I don’t want to restart chemo.  I feel so healthy.  I think I’m off for a bath and an early bedtime.  Have a blessed evening everyone.

Dodged another bullet today.


Went to see the oncologist and didn’t have to have Chemo.  Yeah!!!  Talked to him about the chemo I’m on and how much better I’m feeling now that I’m off it and can we change anything up so I feel better for longer periods of time.  He agreed that I look good and healthy and even  though he wants to continue the chemo, he’s willing to try a new drug called Tarseva.  Now I’m reading about it and it’s looking pretty good.  You take it in a pill form on an empty stomach (not a fan of that method of delivery, but I’ll try it.  Now the doctor mentioned a rash (like acne) and diarrhea.  He neglected to mention the thirty or so other side effects that could, in fact, make me feel worse than the IV chemo I’m getting now.

OK, so in exchange for getting an injection once every three weeks, where I know how I’m going to feel, the only option is a pill I take every day on an empty stomach and I’ll basically feel the same (like shit), just with big oozing zits on my face, neck and chest.  I think I’ll take a pass on this one and stick to the IV.  At least I bought another two weeks of no Chemo.  Finally get to go to the Whitney and enjoy myself with cocktails and everything.  I  finally get to go to the ghost bar.

It’s getting late and I need to get something to eat.  Have a great night all.

Don’t forget to check out this weeks game.

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