I have not received an update on Ava since Friday evening. At this point, the docs had decided to put her on dialysis and she was doing very well with it--all her "numbers" were where they wanted them to be, and the doctors were "thrilled" ME TOO! Heather and her family went up for the weekend and I have not heard from her so I am assuming no news is good news. I hope each day brings progress and some restful hours for Mom and Dad!
This heat is crazy, isn't it? We had to turn the air on in the house and I am still hot. Pretty tired too--I think two weeks of work did me in so thank heavens the weekend was here. Tomorrow is back to full time--I am sure I will be fine. I am glad not much is going on in the evenings...when my days are long, I tire easily.
Jim is in a state of depression because his Cubs lost--but at least Notre Dame broke into the win column, and the Vikes were winners too.
Today Jim walks by me when I am getting dressed and said if I were Native American my name would be Cheif Five Boobs. Now, I know I have three, but where are the other two? I ask him. He points to the fatty underarm lumps that I have (not related to cancer in anyway of course). I pout and tell him he is mean and he says, "Oh honey, your five boobs are you! I love all of you. And even though I see cancer when I see you I have to see you with cancer because you had cancer but cancer isn't you. Wouldn't that be what Oprah would say?" I cracked up because he was trying so hard to get out of it...and I really wasn't offended by the five boob comment but felt I could milk it a little...no pun intended. Silly Jimmy--thinking he can quote Oprah! He is feeling better from his awful stomach issues and I don't have to hear him roar in the bathroom like he had been. : )
Blessings to all of you.