though the treatment was no fun at all.

Yeah, she's got her second dose of chemo tomorrow. She's more upset about the fact that she can't breastfeed anymore than anything, I think. She's being really positive, though I suppose she can't not be, with the baby.

Oh, that would be hard.

I thought it was about time for Hil to get back. Yay for a good trip.

And a Laura back too! Again I say yay.

Jars, what a distressing thing. I hope your friend recovers quickly.

I just got my muscle relaxer prescription refilled. The doctor wasn't comfortable with giving me too many, so I didn't know if I'd get them or not until time for the prescription to be picked up. I was so happy to see them I took one right away.

...That sounds bad.

Sorry to hear the back is still causing you so much pain Deena. I hate taking muscle relaxers. My line is that I only believe in drugs for recreational purposes, of course I only say that to horrify my mother.

I'm sorry about your friend Jars. No doubt that your friendship is a comfort to her.

Deena, I'm sorry you still need the muscle relaxants. Never feel bad about taking medicine you need.

Jars, my mother does that to me all the time. Just last week she said, "Well, Bernie's surgery (Bernie is my cousin) has been moved from Friday to Monday" and I'm going, "What surgery?" I didn't know about the kidney stones, much less the surgery. I'd say it's because she's almost 80, but she's done that for years.

Hodgkin's is very treatable and I'm hoping for the best possible outcome for your friend.

Jars, my mother does that to me all the time.

Mine too. Like when my aunt had a mastectomy a month before Christmas. That one was especially fun.

Thanks for the good wishes. I guess there's not much I can do, except hope for the best.

Like when my aunt had a mastectomy a month before Christmas.

Or like when my mother thought she had breast cancer and it wasn't until after the biopsy that she told me? Though she told my sister, and my best friend.

Ah, mothers.

Or like when my mother thought she had breast cancer and it wasn't until after the biopsy that she told me? Though she told my sister, and my best friend.

Oh, lord, I sometimes think it's just MY mother who does this. Thank goodness it's not. "Oh, that pain I was worried about wasn't ovarian cancer, it was just scar tissue." "WHAT?? You never mentioned pain and testing for ovarian cancer?" "I didn't? It must have been your sister I told."

Sigh.

Signed, only had three months' warning that I was going to be an aunt. No one tells me ANYTHING.

My mother once wasn't going to tell us she was going into hospital in case we worried.

We were teens! Living at home! How is the sudden and unmentioned disappearance of a parent less worrying than the word "biopsy?"