treatments make you

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Treatments make you better, treatments make you better...
K and I have been researching Cytoxan. I had to cry the other day, thinking that now my family has to put up with me getting chemo, after we've finally recovered from my psychoticmonstermama days of predisone treatment. There's another tunnel ahead.
I decided it'll be best to stop babysitting my niece. I think at this point zero responsibility sounds appropriate. Zero stress would be nice... but I am after all in my thirties and living with my parents, a tv-addicted overly willful four-year-old and a toddler who doesn't yet realize that stairs are a major hazard.

Oh, and I don't have my car.

TV comes in handy for escapism I guess. There are two shows I hate to miss, Lost and Grey's Anatomy. I have that sort of militant SHUTUP IT'S ON attitude which maybe makes people uncomfortable. Heh heh. I like to think it comes from a real appreciation of storytelling... can't miss a thing. Anyway, the kids' bedtimes are all messed up because of it. LittleK will soon be doing her best to convince me that it's not bedtime if the sun is still up, so I don't see much hope for any solid schedule until September.
Dad's returning from a business trip to Puerto Rico and will be spending the next couple of days here in town before heading back to Nome. My two brothers and two sisters are here, so we'll probably get together for lunch and a photo op. Dad hasn't met R yet! This weekend we'll also be celebrating my nephew's birthday, and hopefully also the birth of my brother's newest child.
Time to go and enjoy Elvis on the ol mp3 thing.