June 7, 2013
Once again, it's been too
long since I updated this blog to let you know how I'm doing..
My sister, Micki, came
from Kingston, NY from May 1st thru the 11th.
It was so nice to spend time with her! I'd made a “to do” list
of various things I wanted her to help me get done.
I was always a prolific
cross-stitcher but can't do it anymore because my eyes simply aren't
good enough. I had a big supply of threads, beautiful materials,
buttons, etc, and I wanted to give this to friend, Shelley, also a
big stitcher. I also love to do mosaics but can't anymore. Micki
helped me sort through it all and my friends came by to take most of
it away. I like knowing that someone else will use & enjoy my
stuff.
What I was not prepared
for was the emotional fall-out of giving away “stuff”. After
Micki left, I would find myself crying (sobbing) for no reason at
all, and wondering to myself, “What it going on ??”. It took a
couple of days to realize I was “mourning” parts of my life that
were gone or going away. While I know it's “normal”, it doesn't
make it any easier to feel the feelings or to let go of it. There
is no GPS for navigating the mental & emotional journey through
Cancer (“The Beast”). I decided that these 'waves' of emotion
are like ocean waves that come tumbling over me – no way of seeing
them coming or avoiding them – I just haave to ride thruough each
one. It sucks!
The Palliative Care Nurse
is always asking me about my pain level. Pain – very subjective.
I “inherited” my Mom's high pain tolerance, which is good, but I
am so reluctant to use pain pills. As I've said before – I can
tolerate 'uncomfotable', I can't tolerate 'unbearable'. So, for
now, I use pain pills sparingly.
You
have NO idea how frustrating it is when I see something that either
I'd like to do OR needs to be done (like cobwebs on the ceiling) and
I can't do it. Since I updated this blog last, fatigue has become a
bigger issue. Plus falling and staying sleep has reared its ugly head
again. I go to bed fairly early (usually by 9PM) and don't get up
much before 10 AM. Some days, by the time I get up , take my pills,
brush my teeth, etc, I'm ready to go right back to bed. I don't,
of course, because I can hear my Mom in my head saying, “OK, that's
enough. Come on: get up, get up, get up!”
OK, so my nephew, Ryan
(17), (I adore that kid!) is coming on June 20th thru July
3rd from Georgia to spend time with me & Gordy. Can't
wait to see him. He will be spending time with Gordy too – they
love to go fishing. He's a good kid and loves his “Aunt Reenie”.
I'm so grateful to my sister, Nancee, and bro-in-law, Jim, for
letting him come up here.
The two lymph nodes in
the front of my lower neck get irritated, which makes it hard for me
to swallow and cough. Uncomfortable but bearable. There are other
things going on with me – physically – but I hate to burden you
with all that.
I can't even begin to
tell my GHS friends how much your cards & notes have meant to
me!!! It is so nice to be remembered and especially by people who
know me so well and from way back when.
My world is shrinking. I
don't get out much. This has been such a crappy spring and, so far,
summer, has not made an appearance – I'm sure some of you are
experiencing the same thing. To be able to sit in the side yard with
the sun on my face would be great.
I think I'm rambling
here. So I'll end for now. Please know that I love you!!