Peaceful Ride, for the moment!

Gosh, I am getting really terrible about updating this blog... my apologies. Jim is doing okay which is why, if there are no posts, you can safely assume we are working on minor toe-stubs, instead of major crises. He completed the first course of Revlamid, and is now on the second. Real food remains a problem, but Ensure helps with his caloric intake. That, and Jello with whipped cream. But Father's Day he was better, and celebrated with a little fish and rice. I know that sounds like a bad day at a Laotian prison camp, but for us it was a tiny victory.

We've had numerous celebrations since the last blog. Lynn had her birthday, and I had mine. She is still younger than me. By a lot. The grandkids are about to get out of school for the summer, (let the fighting begin!) so there have been the requisite concerts and playoff games (I am especially bad at making playoff games and may have my title of Grammy revoked by the Orwellian task-masters who regulate such things)

Throw in a bridal shower, catering for a friend's birthday party, a couple of medical visits, and all you have left is a substantial pile of dust bunnies, the cap from a water bottle some feathers from the comforter and a ring from the Flying Horses. Oh, no, that was what was left from moving our bed into Matt's room last. Sorry. Nice thing about a new room is that it is so empty when you start out. If you can't fight the clutter, just move. Feels like a free night at a Motel 6!!

Love you all for bearing with us on this remarkable ride.

HalfaBlog: We're still here!

The days have slipped by again, with no news remaining good news. Jim has experienced none of the dramatic side effects that the chemo medicine could have elicited. The only problem seems to be that all food tastes terrible and even his favorite custard feels like a steel ball on his gut. An average day consists of pudding, jello with some fruit in it, and the dietary supplement, which is something he actually seems to enjoy. Gone is coffee (!) ice cream, meat, vegetables, the daily banana. We will be visiting the doctor on Tuesday for a check-in and then again, after the course of medicine for this round, is complete.

Jim rarely leaves the house, but made the effort on Sunday to attend a baseball game/birthday party for grandson Bryan. He was only there for about forty five minutes, but everyone was glad to see him. It's funny, but when you see the "patient" in one setting all the time, it becomes part of a predictable picture. However once you are in a previously familiar setting, the puzzle piece that "looks different" comes across pretty dramatically.

The great news this week is that our daughter Laura had a thyroid biopsy which came back negative on Wednesday. Our daughter, Lynn, had her thyroid removed about 10 years ago because it contained two small malignancies, so we were very concerned for Laura. The other news is that our son Matt moved out of the "west wing" and to the top floor of a brownstone in the South End, much closer to both jobs. It's a wonderful, funky neighborhood, part brownstone, part little shops and restaurants. He is really pumped about it, although getting his TV and bed up four flights of stairs took a little of the edge off. Aah well, tomorrow is a new day!

I'm off to treat Lynn to a pre-birthday celebration with my sister. Where do Girls Gone Shopping go? IKEA! It came 4 years ago and none of us has ever been. I'll lose my well-earned reputation at that rate.