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Fuck cancer indeed!
They've told her, but she really doesn't understand the implications. Which is fine. I know I was when my mother had her first bout of cancer.
Yeah, I'm very glad i was only about 8 when my mom had cancer, I totally didn't get it. Just "Hey, mom's sick, and cool, lots of people are bringing us casseroles for dinner!"
Ellie is so cute and so big!
Yay for Owen! Cashmere, FWIW, what really worked with Annabel was, of all things, buying her a portable potty seat with the Backyardigans characters on it. I'd gotten it just so we could have something to use while traveling, at baseball games, etc. But she was SO excited about her new seat that she wanted to use it all the time, even at home, and she went from kinda-sorta trained to almost perfect overnight.
David, the St. Francis Center, where I did some of my counseling training, was founded on this very thing. Father Wendt, an ambitious young priest, tried just a little too hard to 'do good' for the people he was drawn to serve until a wise woman he was visiting said something along the lines of...'If you want to help me, shut the hell up and rub my feet.'
I'm not familiar with the St. Francis Center, but I have to agree with that philosophy. The patient is the best source of what will help the patient.
Our experience with Hubs's mother when she had her chemo lines up with what Ginger said. We found it wise to wink at dietary restrictions now and then (Hubs's mother was diabetic) in the interest of keeping her energy up.
And, as I mentioned earlier, don't forget that Karen's family also needs care.
Stephanie, that outfit is ADORABLE. She's such a gorgeous little girl.
Yay for Owen! Cashmere, FWIW, what really worked with Annabel was, of all things, buying her a portable potty seat with the Backyardigans characters on it. I'd gotten it just so we could have something to use while traveling, at baseball games, etc. But she was SO excited about her new seat that she wanted to use it all the time, even at home, and she went from kinda-sorta trained to almost perfect overnight.
I think when it clicks, it clicks. I was just so relieved (sorry for the pun). But I had built up a lot of stress and worry about it that that couple ounces of yellow liquid being where it was supposed to be made me want to throw a party.
Ginger, your insight is helpful and encouraging. My friend from high school had her six month appointment after her lumpectomy and she's cancer free. My sister saw her a few weeks ago and she's doing very well. Knowing someone that made it through a rough diagnosis is comforting.
sparky, d - insent.
Ginger, reading that made me want to give you a huge cheer & a hug. Because you wrote it so beautifully... can't explain it.
Hurray for Owen. And for Cashmere. That's awesome.
eta: to keep me from looking like a super-sap
Kiddies what are related to me!
Niecey with Hello Kitty floatie: [link]
Niecey on the beach: [link]
Nephew walking on the beach: [link]
Niece and pseudo-niece: [link]
Another pseudo-niece (my cousin's daughter) on her b-day: [link]
Same sweet girl: [link]
Yeah, I'm very glad i was only about 8 when my mom had cancer, I totally didn't get it. Just "Hey, mom's sick, and cool, lots of people are bringing us casseroles for dinner!"
When my mom almost died from Stevens-Johnson Syndrome when I was 12, my (older) brother and sister, as well as my father, really shielded me from how very sick she was. I was only taken to see her in the hospital in the beginning, before they knew how bad she was going to get, and then at what they thought would be the end, when she in her fifth day of 105+ temp. But, they didn't tell me I was there to say goodbye, just that I was there to see Mom. When the temp broke a few days later and it was obvious she was going to recover (slowly), I was taken to see her much more often. It really wasn't until a year later that it finally occurred to me why I was taken to see her when she was so sick.
My assistant L has chemo again today, so she will be out next week. This is her 5th treatment on her second round. Her numbers have not started going down yet. I HATE CANCER.
And Big Boss, who has been so supportive of me, has been in remission from neck cancer. Well, she is back in the hosptial with an infection in her neck. I haven't heard any new news all week and I just can't think about either of them without my heart breaking. Again.
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I am also freaking out, work wise. Pimping yourself is rough. I am still working on networking myself into a new position. Talked with another mucky muck who was all "just tell me who to talk to" - but I don't know. He wants to see me do good things, but how do I say "Create a new position for me that pays lot of money and has good juicy work".
Where is everyone this morning? Don't make me do homework, people.
I'm not familiar with the St. Francis Center
Fred, it's up on MacArthur Blvd, not too far from the reservoir. It's now called the Wendt Center for loss and healing, and has been in business for 30 years. They have great programs for patients, caregivers and kids.