finally some sleep
I am so for the pharmaceuticals developing good drugs... 1 ativan bought me from 10-1, the second ativan + 2 Sleepy times bought me from 1:30 till 5:30... Heaven I tell you.. Caroline suggested the use of multiple naps during the day to try to reach that 8 hour marker... Certainly fun when you have the time.
Pool and Beach are closed today so I don't have any radiation or chemotherapy.. It's like I am on vacation
I am also taking a vacation from all visitors, all I am doing is watching tv, knitting, blogging and doing nothing
BTW- X-Mas has officially left Marina Bay, Paul and Adam did all the putting away chores in 4 hours.. not bad at all.
posted by mima @ 1:11 PM
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If it only took them four hours to put it away, you clearly did not have the time or motivation to REALLY decorate. I'm going to do the same thing today, have already wrapped and put away the peripheral tchochkas and have "only" the tree to tackle. It won't take long, especially accompanied by hot buttered rum.
Santa was not kind to you this year -- he should stick to coal.
It's good that you have a day or so for your body (and mind) to recover a little from the insult. Sleep helps for sure, all those busy little cleaners working away to clear the debris while the master rests. Your running commentary blog is much appreciated. I fret about you all the time and it's helpful to know where you are in the process. Keep up the fight. I'd send you a crab from San Francisco, but it seems redundant. All I can give is love so I send that in abundance.
Jessie
I'm glad to hear you are taking some "me" time. All the hovering,excess caretakers & added worry-worts about can be abit much when you don't feel well. The comfort from all this extra attention is: you know that there are many of us waiting in the wings to help should you or Paul need/want it. I was visiting with my mother today(you remember her, the crabby & forward old lady I've introduced you to a few times) & she sends her very best wishes from deep in her heart. She knows what Paul is up against more than he does at this point. She said "It's not a fun ride when you live with it day to day, please make sure that Paul gets some "me" for himself or he'll go crazy." I think that's good advice myself, having watched what my parents went thru with all this. ANYWAY, I think about very often during the day & do apprcciate this blog thingy alot. I want to call & speak with you, but feel that would be a bother. You have my # don't hestitate to use it if the need/want arrises! Rest up as much as you possibly can. Long flight ahead with lots of turbulance & ugly flight attendants.
My Sweetheart,
It's me, your Martha Stewart of Medford. I agree with Jessie in S.F. if it only took them four hours to put away the decorations then you "clearly did not have the time or motivation to *really* decorate." I just might have, just once, since the kids were born, won in the xmas deco department - we all know that *I* was the queen before the kids came along and we all got so busy (us, the Daizpersons...) Remember supper club? You definitely won the one you had in ashland (remember I was hugely pregnant) and you brought out all of your grand-mothers linens and dishes - like how do you compete with two gay men when it comes to cooking and decorating. Ahh, but it was I who taught you boys about the difference between "curtains" and "DRAPES" :-)
I was going to say that our xmas sucked - but I think you win hands down in the suck department (and I mean that in the true spirit).
I love you muchly, whatever we can do we will (remember "Hoppa? We can built that ya....Whatsa Hoppa?)
I think about you every day and send you healing thoughts...
I love you
Rhonda
MIMA HAPPY NEW YEAR !!!!!
I am buying next years wine. Choose where will the Conclave and Partners (only this time ;-)) want to spend it. See you next year December 31st, 2007.
Love You so much. Your hansome and darling brother.
PS
Gibe Pablito a kiss for me
PS. Folks I saw the decorations they had an electrician put a seprate breaker just for the lights. ;-)
Like this Jessie person, I too denuded my dwelling of holiday decor today whilst leaving my expressively chic tree intact, for the time being, with its cunning ornamentation. However, unlike the above sot, my beverage of choice was a small glass of hard cider...one must maintain a modicum of decorum upon these occasions.
All hands on deck here wish you love and prayers and various heartfelt platitudes...which, of course, includes the alpha male and his female consort downstairs.
The horns of 2007 just echoed through my Brooklyn neighborhood; so those 8 million good wishes I now channel in your direction.
Just remember, Inspector Fumero was defeated and then totally forgotten; his memorial completely obscured by a soft-drinks machine.
Wow, Mima! What a way to end one year and slip into the next. I just heard about your ride from Lesley & Michael. From someone whose diagnosis came at the same time in the calendar five years ago, consider this: the timing is perfect, allowing you to begin the year in full fight mode.
I offer you two words: meditation & visualization. Whatever works for you. See the existing bad stuff being zapped by the big machine and sloughed away. Or feel Packman making his way through your body, eating the bad cells. Or feel a gentle sea breeze travel from head to toe, sweeping all the bad cells out to sea. Or determine what your healing colors are, and allow them to flow through your body to heal and replace bad cells with good ones. See the bad cells as stitches being cast off of the needles, and new good cells being cast on. See a pattern of good cells in beautiful colors spreading through your body, knitting a healing sweater for your immune system. Create a bouquet of beautiful fresh flowers to replace the ones that have turned bad (remember the flowers you and Paul arranged that day at L&M's house while David made the wedding cake and I made a big round challah?)
The first time I meditated through a treatment, I ended by doing a clean sweep of my healing colors from top to bottom, and feeling all the loosened bad cells leave through my feet. Then I panicked, worrying that they may float to someone else, something for which I wanted no responsibility. So I share my ending meditation that I developed if you would like to borrow it. I would say to them: Go dance on the wind, play with the stars, fly to the sun, but don't take up residence in anyone else because your work is done.
The attitude, conviction, vigilance, and power of mind over matter is very strong, and I know that you and your loving support team will find your way through the quicksand. If you ever want me to come and lead you in guided visualizations, all you have to do is ask.
I extend my love and good healing thoughts to you and Paul and all your caretakers, who also need support as they go through this with you.
Life is a wonder. It's also a bitch. Unfortunately, we have to put up with it all.
Love and light to you -
elaine
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