On 01.02.02, I was diagnosed with metastatic breast cancer. Too late for surgery, I had chemotherapy, which failed. In May the chemotherapy was changed and I was soon in remission which was celebrated and welcome and lasted nine years - until October 2011. There was progression in 2011 so more treatment was indicated and I am now back in partial remission. But I'm not only a cancer patient - I also enjoy my family, walk my dogs and am learning to draw and paint. Life is good!

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Slow as molasses in winter

I'm trying to muscle through in spite of the pain, but it isn't easy.  My Getting Things Done is abysmally  pathetic, but I do try.

A few days ago I bought a new, higher-powered Dremel, better than the little battery-operated gizmo that we had before.  We use it to trim dog nails and now, with so much more wood flooring it is absolutely essential to keep up with it or it sounds like three labs tap-dancing all day long.  I got caught up with Demi last week, and completed Parisse this morning.  The girls are pretty decent about it, just hold up their paws like they're ladies in a beauty shop.

Brix, though, is a three-person deal.  I've never found strong enough medication to subdue him although I do have prescriptions - but I also want him to keep breathing so I never give him more than stated.  It doesn't work.  He carries on and pulls away.  Brix is very strong, and when he is under stress - getting his nails trimmed falls under than category - he can overpower us easily.  It helps to have a system - one nail, one treat, another nail, another treat - but someone also has to hold and subdue him.  What a pill!

Steve and I joined our local cancer support group for lunch today, but skipped out on the meeting.  Three people asked me if I was sleepy so I must have looked it.  I certainly wasn't feeling well and only ate a tiny cup of broccoli soup while everyone else scarfed down platters of salads and specials.  No dinner necessary this evening.

After lunch and a few quick errands we went home and I went straight to bed with pain medication and an old Tony Hillerman mystery, THE DARK WIND, that I found on the shelves I've been dusting.  I like his books.  They usually take place in southwestern towns we've driven through back in the days when we drove from California to Illinois to visit Steve's parents.  We went every possible route through sheer, endless boredom, but the southern route was always my favorite because of my interest in Native American culture.  The first Hillerman mystery I ever read was one I bought in a little shop along the way.  I remember all the fry bread too.

Anyway, I thought I would sleep away the pain today, but ended up reading this book all the way through, from beginning to end.  It was a good pain distractor most of the time and I was riveted and guessing who-done-it all day.

It's quite cold here tonight and rain is on the way.  It feels like approaching wintertime, it really does.

1 comment:

  1. Barbara, sorry to hear that the pain continues. Hope it's over soon. You are my hero.


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