I am in here.
Other Patti and I just had dinner at Friday’s, and I am stuffed. This stuffed feeling is quite different from before, since my stomach is now tubular in shape, and sitting between my lungs. If the food can’t all fit in the tummy, which happens since the capacity is less, it mounts up the esophagus … Continue reading Stuffed like a sausage
The birthday again. 51. Again, I am a prime number. I rather like being a prime number, but I don’t know why. This morning, I spent a couple of hours at University Hospital speaking with a few people in the anesthesiology department, getting a lot of information-gathering out of the way in preparation for tomorrow. … Continue reading The last, for a while
… She chortled in her joy. It’s done! Yesterday afternoon was my last radiation treatment, and this morning, I was disconnected from my chemotherapy pump, which had been going continuously for six weeks. Can’t say anything more profound now than YAY! Now, I play happy songs on iTunes and wait for Other Patti to come … Continue reading O Frabjous Day! Calloo, callay!
Today is my second big round of chemotherapy. So much for any lunch plans I had, and I did have them. My friend, Nadine, turned 50 on Monday, and I have yet to say happy birthday to her. I am not fond of the fact that saving my life can interfere with my life, but … Continue reading Where I lunch at
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