Laura and Kyle (Yes, that's his name. I am finally writing it.) spent the weekend with us. She colored my hair and cut yours. It was nice to have them here, and we had them sleep in Dad's room. He will be home on the 28th or 29th now. It isn't set yet; they have to do a home visit to make sure that the environment is safe for him.
We had breakfast together both days. The weekend flew. I had gotten my H1N1 flu vaccine on Friday afternoon, and I felt coldy on Saturday and fluish today. Today I felt particularly bad in the afternoon but that may have been because I rode my bike too long this morning. It exhausted me and made my muscles ache. By the time we were having our little gift exchange, I was very tired and achy. Laura and Kyle gave me an iPod Nano so I will have something to listen to (besides the music in my head) when I go riding alone.
We went to the mall to return gifts that didn't fit you and had dinner at the food court. It was good; we had sushi, Kyle had Mongolian BBQ, and Laura had a great focaccia sandwich.
On Saturday morning I met with our tax preparer. I wanted to know if there is anything I need to prepare in case you aren't here in April this year, next year, or the year after when I have to file taxes. He said to go over the trust and check beneficiaries. We don't need to declare any of the monies we get from the cancer and dread disease policy, and that could be substantial.
It seems that your pimply rash is from the Tarceva, the daily chemo you take in pill form. It is causing three things: diarrhea, fatigue and this rash. It isn't too difficult for you yet but we will see how the long-term effects work on you.
Laura asked you what you did to relax. She asked if you had ever tried yoga. You said yes. She asked you if you had enjoyed it. You didn't quite answer that one. You started talking about activities at the Wellness Community, meditation and guided imagery. She asked what made you happy. You said the dogs, comedy shows and movies. Apparently, I didn't make the list. Are you taking me for granted? Or are you like I am, and forget to mention the obvious?
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