- Mom brought home a homeless scarred up cat. I’m training Pablo to be nice to her. She’s the sweetest.
- Phillipe’s family are so infuriating. They abandoned a man on hospice that shouldn’t be alone so they could “have fun” after making my mom already work a 12 hour shift.
- My second opinion GI said that surgery looks like the best option for me. Ugh.
I feel miserable, have a fever, and my hair is a wreck but my resized torque just came in and WHEEEEEE.
I can run, jump and sword fight without it bruising my collarbones now! (Which is why I quit wearing it in the first place!)
Blanket in progress. Also poop. (Pablo is just out of shot.)
I FORGOT TO MENTION: BEES.
We had a swarm show up at the front door of the house yesterday and I was super thrilled. I called a guy to re-home them but the swarm moved on before he got here. (Which was weird cause they were already building comb inside our decorative pot.) And he said I can go see his hives to do research/drawing whenever I want and he told me how to get into the BEE LAB near the cancer center.
FUCK YES, BEES.
I know I’ve been gone a lot lately but this past Friday I had my chemo session and I’m still rather out of it. Fortunately my pain meds got sorted out and I’m typing this on some hydrocodone as we speak.
Phillipe is officially on hospice today and he’s scrambling to get what he wants out to people he wants before he dies and, more importantly, keep it all out of the hands of his son who is a relentless douchebag. (The asshole broke into his father’s house when he knew he wasn’t there to steal and rifle and make a mess. Good job, stealing from someone with terminal cancer. You’re a real prince.) Not that the rest of P’s family isn’ t a bunch of winners. When we told most of them of his ER visit the first question most of them asked is, “Where is the car title?”
UGH. Both my mother and I wash our hands of them the moment he passes. We’ll let them squabble like the vultures they are. We don’t want or need anything from Phillipe. He’s family.
Gramp’s funeral in Philly went all right. I cried like a baby and there were no religious services because he wasn’t that religious but the flag-folding ceremony got to me. It’s still strangely quiet in the house now.
The flights on the other hand were TERRIBLE. I flew United at such short notice and I was abandoned repeatedly even though I opted to fly disabled. Several times my wheelchair didn’t show up or the person in charge of getting me from one gate to another abandoned me completely. I was also laughed at and ridiculed by a flight attendant. It was not fun. We will be writing a nasty-gram to them and a report to the Americans with Disabilities Act. It was something I really wasn’t in the mood for especially with how badly I was hurting.
For those of you who don’t know I get spinal and joint pain as a side effect from chemo. It’s rougher if I have to sit upright for periods longer than a half hour. I am usually reclined or laying down at home on a heating pad. Well, despite bringing heating pads and reclining my chair as much as it can in a plane, after the first 2 hour flight I was crippled up before my transfer. Even my pain meds weren’t cutting through it. It was a miserable experience—which is a shame because I love to fly and travel.
But that’s it. That’s everything. I miss all of you like crazy and I’ll probably post more pictures of knitting later because I stress-knit. I think it’s because when I’m stuffed in a situation where nothing I do can change the outcome or feels productive, I like to grab onto a hobby where I can visibly see progress and keep my hands busy. IDK mang. I love you all.
Pablo. You are not a good lap dog.
USS San Juan Panther. WWII.
Today is the day. Wearing my SS San Juan tie bar.
Phillipe’s foley bag filled with lots of dark blood. We called 911 but cannot follow him to the ER this once. We have a plane to catch in four hours.