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Roberta just had another round of Sandostatin. It’s a type of chemo they use to supress the hormones Carcinoid tumors produce. They are hoping it will slow the spread. This won’t stop the pancreas, liver, or lymphoid tumors, but it will hopefully slow any new growths. The doc decided to hit her with a big dose, needless to say she’s on her ass tonight.

Had the IV this morning around 10 or so. Came to lunch with me, we did some Christmas shopping for lunch, and said she felt pretty weird. By the time I got home from work she’s in bed and hasn’t been up since. Said she felt pretty awful.

No nausea. which is good. Hair shouldn’t fall out, which is good. Hopefully slows the spread of the cancer, which is good. Feels like total crap for a few days, the bad.

As if no one knew this, but cancer fucking sucks. The docs won’t be doing another scan until late January. One of Roberta’s cancer friends said that’s so they don’t run the risk of bad news right before Christmas, so they try to push it off to be safe. Maybe that’s so. But, it’s frustrating waiting.

Welcome to my world. Megan, 14. Which may possibly be her final age.

From Family

This morning.

Me: Did you feed the cat and give it it’s medicine?

Her: No.

15 minutes later.

Me: Have you fed the cat yet, we need to get going soon.

Her: I’m doing my hair!

10 Minutes Later

Me: Megan! Have-You-Fed-The-Cat??

Her: No! I’m getting a snack!

5 Minutes later

Me: Megan! Feed the damn cat! We have to go!

Her: Thump, slam! “Whatever!”

Me: If you don’t feed that g@# D!%& M%^&! F^*(ng Cat I’m going to hurt you!

Her: Whatever!

Me: CRASH! (as I clean off her dresser with a swipe of my arm). You wanted that <bleep><bleep> peice of <bleep> cat! You can <bleeping> take care of the worthless little <bleep>. <bleep><bleeping><bleep>! I’m done watching it <bleep> and <bleep> all over my house! Either take care of it or it goes to the <bleeping> pound!  Walk to school you ungrateful little <bleep>!!!

So, how did your day start?

Every year growing up we used to make Christmas cookies. I remember as a kid how fun it was and how as a teenager how irritating. Well, in keeping the tradition alive Molly, Nora, Roberta and I all made cookies and fudge while the “teenager” did the whole “I’m chilling with my friends and kindly go away!” act.

From 2009

I have butter and a knife! Beware the cook!

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Fudge in the making. With the abligatory “I get to lick the blender!”

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And those who know  me know that  I will NOT be helping with the Gingerbread. I still have nightmares. (-:

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