Its been a couple days since I've posted.  I'd like to report the delay is due to us running night and day on the fun train.  Up early breakfast out at a favorite cafe, then a long walk, then maybe some shopping, then we met friends for lunch, then home to work on projects, then out again for dinner at some yummy restaurants followed by a movie and then a fabulous full night sleep.  That's what I'd like to report.  Nope, not gonna be able to tonight.  It was another down weekend.  We - or rather - ROGER is long overdue for a good day or two or three or four.  Ok, hell, we'll take one at this rate.  Chest pain, back pain, stomach upset, and worn out.  I know you must think I just cut earlier posts and re-post them.  He spent most of the morning until almost noon in bed yesterday and then today has spent the entire day in bed or on the sofa.  He's managing to eat a little bit here and there but not much.  We're having a hard time identifying what the cause is.  In theory the chemo should be reducing in his system.

Roger thinks he may be passing ANOTHER kidney stone.  Holyhell!!!  He's like a walking gravel pit.  Poor guy.  I'll be pushing up on his oncologist to see if he has any theories and if none are identified, we'll be making an appointment at his urologist.  I've been egging Roger on to make an appointment but can't get him to do it.  I think he's maxed out on doctors...and who can blame him!  My dad keeps telling Roger he needs to take all the kidney stones and have them made into some piece of jewelry for me.  Eeeeeewwwwww!!!  NO thank you very much.  Nonetheless, kidney stones really whack his system.  Once he passes the stone, he feels oodles better.  Hopefully, that's the issue this time. 

I have a funny for you tonight.   Early in this morning Roger had come downstairs to try to sleep.  He had had a rough night despite having taken an ambien.  I found him several times rolled up into a ball sitting upright.  So, anyway, he eventually starts to wake up and realizes he feels poorly and that a bath may help.  So, he goes back upstairs to take a bath.  Meanwhile, I'm buzzing around the house.  I had already had a couple cups of way too caffienated coffee (thus the buzzing around).  Showered, check.  Put clean dishes away, check.  Started working on a couple work projects, check.  Meanwhile Roger settled into the tub and was feeling a little relief.  After checking in on him, I decided to take a little break and go outside to see what the commotion was.  You see, the squirrels were chattering away, there were several large black crows crowing away, and an assortment of little birds all chirping away furiously.  I grabbed my phone with the intention of calling my folks to check in. With wet hair, flipflops on my feet and wearing a pair of jeans and sweater, I dashed out the door along with one of the cats.  As I shut the door behind me, I had a moment of clarity in which the words "you are SUCH  a dumbass" immediately rang in my head.  Just as the door latched shut, I remembered the door was LOCKED!!!!  Crap crap crap.  I'm standing outside with wet hair and wearing flipflops, its probably about 40 degrees.  Knowing Roger had had such a bad night, and was feeling so crummy, and was now nestled into the tub, I really didn't want to disturb him. So, I did a few things around the yard tyring to get the blood flowing.  Nope, still starting to feel cold.  I tried to get into one of the cars.  No such luck.  Locked.  I finally got into the garage and found a couple t-shirts and a button down. Looking like a homeless person with tshirts draped over my head, across my shoulders, and across my lap, I plopped onto the porch in the sun and called my parents to share my adventure. After about 15-20 minutes, I called Roger....voicemail.  Then sent a text.  He eventually got out of the tub and realized what had happened meanwhile opening a door for me.  Mom suggested I go have a bunch of keys made and sprinkle them around the yard.  I reassured her this adventure would NOT happen again.  Anyway, the cause of the disturbance which drew me out to the yard turns out to have been a big barn owl in our tree.  Very cool even if I might have frozen.  One word fits...dumbass.  Oh well.

Anyway, the weekend did not go as planned or hoped by any means.  That doesn't mean we won't keep hoping that we have good days/nights/weekends/weeks/months/years.  I guess I shouldn't be greedy.  We'll take 8 straight good hours if we could get those.  Roger is worn out and a smidge discouraged.  He had hopes of doing a bunch of projects...gosh...just doing anything.

My sage words of wisdom and recommendations for you: 1) patience patience patience when it comes to cancer, 2) always have a back up key or two hidden outside, 3) dont go outside in the winter with wet hair, 4) dont go outside in the winter wearing flipflops, and 5) keep a spare blanket stashed in the garage incase you don't follow rules 2-4.

Hope the week is a good one.  hugs n kisses, a & r