So my day off work to decompress has sort of backfired. Went with Hubby to his appointment with the surgeon who was going to clear out the place where they pulled a lymph gland for the biopsy, it's been swelling etc.
So yes, cancer is behaving. Now, about that rampant MRSA infection . . .
The chemo is on hold until--if--they can get that knocked down. As the surgeon said, "This will kill you faster than the cancer will." He was supposed to be on heavy antibiotics after his hospital stay for the last chemo. Nearly a month ago. He wasn't. MRSA's been playing free for weeks and is widespread.
We were at the pharmacy to pick up the latest drugs, we were obviously not coping well. We've been going to this pharmacy for years, they're very nice, and gregarious Hubby has chatted with them outside the store for a while. So one of them pops out, puts her arm around me, and says "Would you like a hug?" I manage to say quietly, "No, thank you." Instead of "What the hell! Stop touching me!" She goes "Oh, I'm sorry," and scurries back behind the counter. And I feel like an utter heel for rejecting her spontaneous gesture of caring.
I'm going to eat sushi while Hubby eat ice cream while we watch Frozen.
ION, there's a letter in the mail box from an energy company telling me I shouldn't have to put up with the uncertainty of wondering if my mineral rights will be productive and that I should sell them all to that company. So I guess that's real.