I haven’t really felt in the mood to write lately.
I have been fairly down in the dumps.
This morning Hope said, “Mom, why don’t you ever get up in the morning anymore like you used to?”
Even she can tell I have very little energy. It’s hard getting up.
And painful to walk.
So when I get depressed, I go shopping. I did well on Friday.
Two pairs of shoes (low, flat, shiny, black Birkenstocks) and one pair of open-toed black shoes for when I am able to walk better. I want to wear something different to church other than my running shoes. My hips were hurting for over a week and my oncologist has set up an appointment for me to have a bone scan on Tuesday. I’m hoping my hips hurt because I was walking more. They don’t feel to bad today.
I also bought two purses. One to go with the Birkenstocks and the other, a tiny one to just carry stuff from my wallet. I had to down-size considerably because I can’t stand carrying my heavy purse/wallet anymore. Hmmm… what else did I buy?
Oh yeah, and I went to Pottery Barn and I saw a beautiful boys bunk-bed. It was the floor model and on half price. Frack has wanted a bunk bed ever since his sister got one. The store clerk said it wouldn’t last on sale long (they just put in on sale the night before and she was sure it would be gone by Saturday). I phoned Bobo at work to ask him what he thought and he said go for it. So I did. He said he would pay for it, which made me feel even better.
When I got back to the store, the clerk said someone else was eying it and it was a good thing I came back for it before it was too late. So Frack’s room is almost complete. I just have to get Bobo to put up his curtains and he has the cutest little room ever.
Recently I went to a funeral. My Godmother’s husband passed away of cancer. He suffered considerably as it spread. He ended up at the Hospital near my house. He had cancer in five of his bones in his spine (T3, 5, 7, 9, etc). They decided to do 5 days of radiation encompassing all of the affected areas. It killed him. He couldn’t swallow after the 2nd treatment. It was very sad. He was a very sweet, kind, and caring man and it was very hard on his family.
I went to church this evening. Bowed my head so low I didn’t even look at the priest during communion. I did rat him out though to the chief priest of the parish who said he was going to send him to a class about appropriate ways to deal with people with disabilities or something like that.
In choir we have been practicing singing songs for this up-coming Easter. When I look at Jesus nailed to the cross, I figured he suffered considerably given the fact that there was no drugs given to him. I consider myself lucky. I’ve got two rods and four screws in my back, but I still have my oxycocet!
P.S. I have bad news for Reema. My radiation doctor’s secretary has been searching for Dr. Alomar but she can’t find him. She said she thinks he’s gone back to his country (wherever that may be), but she will keep looking for him and keep me updated it she finds him.