So...yesterday was chemo day for Karma. This followed a wonderful night away last week where we had fun together but also had tough conversations about mortality, children, spicy salsa and Tigger. We are ever hopeful that chemo, weight loss, lung transplants and the grace of God will pull us through this [were in a tough spot fellas], but we are trying to prepare for any eventuality. We talked about getting remarried if something happened...and I laughed. Mind you, laughing causes significant pain because of my broken ribs, so despite the hilarity of the thought, the chuckles were short and brief. Keep in mind that I have been doing most of the stuff around the house and grocery shopping and a large amount of the parenting because the situation has demanded as much, but still - left to my own devices yesterday - I had to make 2 trips to the grocery store to get the 5 things on my list, my candle experiment [well call it that, rather than the more appropriate title of pyro therapy] lit the entertainment afire [very small event; much smaller than the oven fire that followed later], and I forgot to cook 1 of 3 things that were planned for dinner. Our breakfast for dinner was great, but pancakes, fried eggs and cooked ham is infinitely better if the ham isnt still packed away in the freezer. What woman wouldnt want to share my extensive library of blu-rays and comic books [chicks dig comic books, right?], but finding a second woman in the world who would be willing to adhere to the craziness of sizzling salsa, Tigger[s], and potential fire dangers [as an aside, I may actually have a legitimate pyro problem; my second novel is about a large forest fire so I may have an undiagnosed fascination with flame. Great; more personal issues] might be an impossible task. Lets face it, Karma is a saint. She puts up with the voices, OCD and the rest of mine and my childrens idiosyncrasies with utter grace and only occasionally gets annoyed with my Amanda Bynes obsession and my infinity for accents and cartoon voices [I thought this post would be therapeutic, but Im just discovering more and more character quirks; I might need a nap now]. So, for all of our sakes, let us hope that this nasty chemo is worth it because the future could be a very, very strange place.
Posted on: Fri, 20 Jun 2014 17:03:25 +0000
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