Here's the pink hat from Heather. It's perhaps the prettiest and most feminine of the lot, and in keeping with my pink theme.
I saw my naturopath on Thursday. She was slightly appalled at all I’d been through. She says it’s unusual. Chemo usually doesn’t involve two hospitalizations for grade 4 neutropenia, for instance. My mental fogginess and extreme exhaustion shows that my liver just isn’t detoxing properly. She suggested taking a teaspoon of a base amino acid blend and 2 teaspoons of glutamine mixed in juice every day (with an empty stomach). Also, she wants me to take taurine capsule each time I do this, although I haven’t managed to locate any taurine yet.
I’ve been doing that and I do feel better. My stamina is up and I can do minor chores like emptying the dishwasher and setting the table. I made dinner on Friday. My diet is back on track again just because I can get to the store and be proactive again. I feel like fixing food that is nourishing to me instead of grabbing the easiest thing. My appetite is better. I’m meditating again. I still haven’t started back on an exercise program, though. It’s enough that I’m running (or trudging, as the case may be) up and down stairs for now.
The naturopath dropped a bombshell, though. She’s adopting a baby and going on maternity leave, probably in a couple of weeks. She gave me some referrals, but I’m feeling a bit bereft at present. She is my PCP. How inconvenient of her to have a life, to adopt a child right when I need her.
Speaking of abandonment issues, David left for Washington D.C. this morning and will stay there all week. I’ve hardly seen him lately. Howard has yet another cold so it’s a good idea to steer clear of him. Andrine has been focused on a crisis with her eldest child that has taken all her attention, and rightfully so.
Johanna P. came this weekend to take Chira (her son and our housemate) out for a birthday lunch. However, her neck seized up due to a fall down the stairs a few days ago and she experienced horrible vertigo and nausea when she moved even slightly. I felt helpless. If I’d had more energy I could have probably done some EFT to help. I did a few rounds and brought the nausea down a bit, but it was something that would have taken a concerted effort to address. I had never seen her look so down.
Even as it was, she made some banana bread while she was here for Chira’s birthday. It was delicious. David made a lovely dinner that featured a small mountain of mashed potatoes (with skin). I stuck a birthday candle in it and we sang our birthday songs. We generally start out with the Star Spangled Banner (because it’s not as insipid as the Happy Birthday song, and besides, all of us can sing in key, and Howard sings a lovely baritone part to it), then we sing the Depressing Birthday Song (“All the world is dark despair..") and then finish up with the insipid Happy Birthday song sung very fast. Chira is such and anti-materialist it didn’t seem appropriate to buy him gifts.
I’ve been doing that and I do feel better. My stamina is up and I can do minor chores like emptying the dishwasher and setting the table. I made dinner on Friday. My diet is back on track again just because I can get to the store and be proactive again. I feel like fixing food that is nourishing to me instead of grabbing the easiest thing. My appetite is better. I’m meditating again. I still haven’t started back on an exercise program, though. It’s enough that I’m running (or trudging, as the case may be) up and down stairs for now.
The naturopath dropped a bombshell, though. She’s adopting a baby and going on maternity leave, probably in a couple of weeks. She gave me some referrals, but I’m feeling a bit bereft at present. She is my PCP. How inconvenient of her to have a life, to adopt a child right when I need her.
Speaking of abandonment issues, David left for Washington D.C. this morning and will stay there all week. I’ve hardly seen him lately. Howard has yet another cold so it’s a good idea to steer clear of him. Andrine has been focused on a crisis with her eldest child that has taken all her attention, and rightfully so.
Johanna P. came this weekend to take Chira (her son and our housemate) out for a birthday lunch. However, her neck seized up due to a fall down the stairs a few days ago and she experienced horrible vertigo and nausea when she moved even slightly. I felt helpless. If I’d had more energy I could have probably done some EFT to help. I did a few rounds and brought the nausea down a bit, but it was something that would have taken a concerted effort to address. I had never seen her look so down.
Even as it was, she made some banana bread while she was here for Chira’s birthday. It was delicious. David made a lovely dinner that featured a small mountain of mashed potatoes (with skin). I stuck a birthday candle in it and we sang our birthday songs. We generally start out with the Star Spangled Banner (because it’s not as insipid as the Happy Birthday song, and besides, all of us can sing in key, and Howard sings a lovely baritone part to it), then we sing the Depressing Birthday Song (“All the world is dark despair..") and then finish up with the insipid Happy Birthday song sung very fast. Chira is such and anti-materialist it didn’t seem appropriate to buy him gifts.
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