On my way to work this morning, I turned a corner and saw a little redheaded boy around 4 years old crying in his pajamas. He was standing there looking really lost. I went around the block and he'd walked a few houses away. I pulled over and got out of the car. I asked him where his mom was and through his tears he said, "she said she was just going to the school, but I can't find her." SO sad. I asked where his house was and if anyone was home - his 7 year old sister. His house was down the block with the door open. I grabbed my phone and started to walk him home with the intention of sitting on the porch with him until his mom came home again.
She came around the corner as we walked towards his house and she asked what was wrong. "I told you I was just walking to the school", she said.
YEAH, but he's four in the house with no adult. I told her that I found him on the corner looking for her. She seemed to shrug it off and walked into their house. No thank you, nothing. I mean this lady is lucky that I hadn't called the police.
So I ask you - would you leave a 4 and 7 year old alone even to walk five blocks and back? I'm all for free range parenting, but he seemed a little too young. Why not just have them walk with you?
The slowest three hours of the week - 2:00pm-5:00pm on Friday afternoon.
Sharon and I went to see The Hundred Foot Journey last night and I really loved it. It wasn't groundbreaking by any means, but it was so pleasant. I don't need a million explosions and 20 minute fight scenes to be entertained in the summertime.
Sharon, who is in her 70s, and I were also dressed as twins - both in navy and white striped sweaters. Stan, her husband, got a big kick out of that.
My Aunt Kathy and Uncle Dean were in town last weekend. They know Sharon and Stan from 40 years ago and let me tell how awkward it is to be standing there with two women who are telling each other how great they think you are and crying about it. It's very kind, but so so embarrassing.
I've been sucked into MTV's Awkward and while I don't necessarily recommend it, there is a mean girl who insults you and then says "you're welcome" as though she's doing you a favor. It is my very favorite thing right now.
I've been back on chemo for just over two weeks and had a blood test yesterday. My hematocrit had just crept back up into the normal range for the first time in 7 months, but back down it went. It dropped 5 points in two weeks. Explains that fatigue. I also feel like my oncologist has been lying to me a little. She has been implying that 200mg would be the max dose, but it was a different story yesterday. So that's annoying that she's going to try and push the dose as high as she can to see what happens to my blood tests. Blah.
I also had my first therapy session yesterday. She feels like a have some mild PTSD since the only time I get emotional is in doctor's offices where bad things have happened to me. She was just a consult and told me to find someone outside the cancer clinic because she thinks environment will be important for me. So I'm on the hunt for a regular therapist. I thought it was interesting that she said therapy would basically be a luxury for me since I don't need medication. I'm not sure it's a luxury I need need, but I'll give it a few tries.
I think the PTSD thing is real. I bought tickets for the upcoming opera season, but the idea of going back there makes me kind of anxious. It was where this whole thing started back in January and I wasn't able to make myself return for the next two operas last season.
So that's where I'm at. I'm loving my massage and craniosacral therapy. It is helping a ton with getting my body back to a normal state. My abdominal scar isn't dictating how my body sits, stands, and walks anymore.
It's supposed to be 94 degrees today. I'm over it. Currently 80 in my office with mild nausea. Good times, y'all.
This weekend was filled with two weddings, a trip to Costco, church, the supermoon and two naps. Chemo = long naps.
The weddings were good fun. Friday's was at a zoo and there was an Elvis impersonator and bingo. On Saturday, we danced the troika and had a lovely view of the lake. I'm obsessed with these Fuji mini polaroids. My first camera was a polaroid back in 1987 so I might need to purchase a new one.
Last night we watched the Super Moon rise over Lake Washington and boy, was it pretty.
This morning I went to my second massage appointment and she specializes in craniosacral and Reike therapy. There was a lot of talk about chakras and parasympathetic systems. All very interesting. My insurance pays for 16 sessions and I will be taking full advantage. I've only been twice, but I'm already a believer. If you gotta have cancer, you deserve a few hours of relaxation.
A friend is getting married today so I made her bouquet last night and a few other things. I just love having flowers around the house. This year I've been lucky to have more than ever with so many people delivering bouquets and plants since I got sick.
Anyway, I'm pretty happy with the finished product. I always get nervous they will hate it, but I think this one is a winner.
It's filled with green hydrangea (cut from the neighbor), cream dahlias, peach and cream spray roses, tuberose, blackberries, scabiosa pods, succulents, hypericum berries, and Italian ruscus.
This is such a reminder to actually use my nice camera instead of my iphone. SO much better!!
I'm actually attending two weddings this weekend. I haven't been to a wedding in ages. There's hope for us middle-aged girls ;) I helped EP with a shower on Wednesday night and it was too cute. Milk and cookies anyone?
It's incredible. The poppy installation going in at the Tower of London to honor the fallen British soldiers in WWI is so beautiful. It's called Blood Swept Lands and Seas of Red and they are making and placing a total of 888,246 poppies.
I don't really have anything to say, but I'm pretty bored here at work.
It's summertime and the living is easy, right?
I spent most of my weekend at home. I find that I need some recovery time once the weekend rolls around. We watched a lot of The Killing that was resurrected for season 4 on Netflix. Lots more cursing when it's not on network TV. Oops.
I discovered that one cookie does not make me sick. Two cookies makes me very sick. But good news that I can at least eat one!
I consigned more clothes this weekend. My closet has lots of free space these days. I'm down 43 pounds since the start of this.
It is too hot for life and I long for the autumn weather. I was lying on my bed with two fans facing me from different directions. It felt so silly, but entirely necessary.
Stephanie sent me an IM yesterday that just said, "Jenny". That seemed like something important would be following and it did. She miraculously had an extra Beyonce concert ticket through work and no one was going to use it. Cue the heavenly angels singing!
I want to post ALL the videos and all the pictures. I know no one actually watches videos on blogs so I won't, but just know that it was awesome. So, so good. They sang and danced and rapped for two and a half hours. It was pretty perfect.
We had amazing seats on the field.
Not too bad, right?
Homegirl works that wind machine.
I wish I'd gotten a better picture of her TEXAS jacket. Houston, Texas baby.
I also wish I had better pictures of him, because he held his own against Bey. I loved his performances.
If they are really nearing divorce like all the gossip blogs say, then they are pretty great actors.
I looooved it. I love feeling the bass in your chest. The funny thing is that we bought tickets to this show back when I thought I was having surgery around July 15. Hilarious that I thought I would be up for going. The bass would have busted that incision right open. I obviously didn't know how extensive my surgery was going to be, but I'm sure thankful that it happened in May so that I was able to go. Sure, my incision was screaming at me all night, but it was worth it.
I'm going to upload the videos if you want to go watch them here.