Update and a reminiscence...
Today marks the 13th anniversary of my father's death to metastisized lung cancer. I decided to stop mourning today, and place him among the Honoured Ancestors. I honour his life and what he gave me but I'm not going to cry anymore. Time to let the past lie and move forward.
I had my first IV chemo treatment yesterday and you're not going to believe this...today was the best I've felt since my surgery. That's probably not an accurate picture. Let's just say that today, I functioned on a normal basis, wasn't starving, groomed the horse, did errands, worked on a costume, got things done, more housecleaning. Tonight, my friend Shawna and I are going to catch the 10:10 show of <i>The Lion The Witch and the Wardrobe</i> at Valley River Center.
Yesterday I felt crummy. Stiff and sore, tired, exceedingly cold sensitive. Whenever I touched something cold, it felt like I was picking up jagged rocks and dull razor blades. it was even worse if I drank something cold, it was like swallowing big bark chips and sand. So, no Dasani at the movie. Hopefully they'll have hot chocolate instead...probably cheaper...
They're starting to play Christmas music on the radio. Fortunately they aren't hammering us with a hundred different versions of "Silent Night" or "God Rest Ye Merry, Gentlemen" yet, it's been reasonably good. They played the Nutcracker Suite this afternoon.
Is it me or are this year's Christmas decorations really ugly? Fat goofy reindeer, thunder-thighed snowmen — waitaminnit, snowmen aren't supposed to have thighs in the first place! We had snow on the high hills last night but it's melted. We need to have snow down here in the valley so I can build a snow pagoda again...or at least an X-rated snowman
