Rereading yesterday's blog sheds light on the extent of my anger. You have stress; it's called pancreatic cancer. I have tried to help you get to a point where it is the only stress in your life. In doing so, I have assumed too much stress. You were offended I didn't think you had stress. I had left out the cancer part because I frequently omit the obvious. In my mind it goes without saying but I shouldn't make that assumption. My bad. We discussed stress twice this morning, and I think we both felt better. To not have dissonance now would be abnormal.
Today was the long-awaited trip to Bob's Big Boy, the original Bob's Big Boy, with S & L. It was more than I had expected and, except for you doing Mr. Toad's Wild Ride, we had a great time. That car is so sporty that riding in the back seat is uncomfortably bumpy. But I wasn't so nauseous I couldn't enjoy a cheeseburger and fries. I'm not a fries eater but those things were delicious! The excursion and the crowds-----it's a very popular place----exhausted you. Maybe you had had too much exercise in the past few days, maybe you weren't quite strong enough for all the excitement, maybe it's the cancer or being post-op, but you did some serious napping when we got home.
This evening was the annual neighborhood potluck. How I LOVE that party! You were too tired to go. Too many exercise classes at the Wellness Community and the trip to Bob's.. I had the best time. We have wonderful neighbors, and a lot of them have had cancer. Besides the great time, I made some great connections and got lots of cancer info. One of our neighbors even has the same oncologist you have.
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