Just talked to him. Not so much options as "how bad is this going to be for your heart? We need an echocardiogram. Oh, we should look at your bone marrow, too." He hates needles so much.

The chemo is going to be every three weeks and rough enough that it will require overnight admission to a hospital in Salt Lake. Granted, it's supposed to be the world's best cancer center--or way up there--but I wish it would be closer to home. 6 to 10 courses, then hopefully not again for 5-7 years. Depending on how much damage this does to his heart, of course.

He's currently taking a glass of wine and the cat to bed.

That sounds rough, Connie. He has this whole board on his side. May everything be just a little easier than planned.

Lots of ~ma that it isn't too rough on his heart, and that the chemo knocks this thing out of the park.

Slightly unusual - Sammie has joined me, and is purring loud enough for me to hear. these are her very best healing purrs. She did this when I had bronchitis, and when I had my wisdom teeth out. j I transmit them to you and your DH, Connie.

Well and diplomatically done, Andi!

I wish diplomacy and logic worked on my family situations. It might, if I could ever finish what I'm saying before someone starts shouting. Oh, who am I kidding, no it wouldn't. For a family of highly intelligent people, we are deeply resistant to logic when applied to us.

Connie, continuing ~ma for your Hubby, and you.

Is "shocked, shocked to find that gambling is going on" too much of a cliche? Any colorful alternatives to convey the same sentiments.

I was a TOTAL GROWN-UP!!

My siblings' and I are planning a surprise 60th for our dad's birthday and I have been feeling kind of left out of the planning and not knowing what my responsibilities were, etc. So instead of remaining pissy and growing my own resentment like a Chia Pet (TM), I called my sister and we talked and it is totally okay! Woot!

Thus endeth Onerous Task Day.

Good job, Aims.

I bestow upon you the Merit Badge of Dealing With Family Shit Like A Grown-Ass Adult.

I humbly accept this badge on behalf of Grown-Ass Adults everywhere and am pleased to have, for the moment, joined their illustrious ranks.

Merit Badge of Dealing With Family Shit Like A Grown-Ass Adult

Damn, that is a badge I never earned in Girl Scouts. (Though I am a gold award scout).

Shit in my family is getting nuts and I'm just so exhausted by it. I'm done dealing which I know doesn't help. Only good thing is that KCD, B, and I are working to stay on the same page with this all.

Connie, I hope chemo goes as smoothly as possible for your DH.

Andi, that sounds like a great approach! And I like your organization's philosophy about space ownership.

Go Aims!