Year Number Six

Well, it's March. There are a lot of events in this month that make me think. I was diagnosed on March 17th, Nadia was born on March 19th, my dad's birthday is March 22nd, my father in law's birthday is March 26th, and my parents would have been married 53 years on the 30th. Crazy month.

So I am coming up to my 6 year mark for cancer. I had my 6 month check up last month, and failed to post it. Things have been kind of busy in my personal life, and as you can see I haven't even posted anything since January. Egads! Anyway, my check went fine, I was able to surprise my oncologist with a 17 pound weight loss. Rock on. I was also able to surprise him with my ultra low blood pressure. About 2 years ago I topped out at 150/100. Scary high. On my check up it was 110/80. He took it a few times, I think because he couldn't believe his little eyes. Well, they are average sized eyes, I don't want to make him out to be a freak or something. He is anything but that. Except he seems to mass produce children at a high rate of speed. When I started going to him, he had 3 kids. Now he has 6. I always ask him how his 20 kids are when we see him, but he beat me to the punch and walked in the room yelling his wife is pregnant with twins, and immediately laughed at his little joke. Although, by the next time I go see him, it is entirely possible his wife will be pregnant. His youngest is 1, after all.

Now on to Nadia. She will be 6 on the 19th. So a common question for a child who is about to have a birthday is, "what do you want for your birthday". And I did just that. Here are here top 3 answers:

1. A snowmobile (we have never been on a snowmobile)
2. A battery motorized car
3. A new scooter (she got one last year but proceeded to tell me that her feet were getting too big for it.

And that's all she would share with me. Apparently she is all about transportation this year. I will have to address this issue again in the near future. So my baby is going to be 6. Where has the time gone? It seems like just yesterday Claire was wiping her poop on Nadia's little head. Ahhh...good times.

Did I ever tell you that we have new neighbors? I guess they are not really new anymore, they moved in last summer. And wow, they are fantastic. If by fantastic, you mean the biggest pains in the world, then yes, fantastic. Ok, a small exaggeration, but they are up there in the make you want to move sense. She is just a witch that starts her yelling at her boyfriend as soon as he walks in the door, which is obvious in the warmer months when windows are open. They had their clunker car parked in the grass all winter, which made for a lovely lawn decoration. And the number one reason why they suck.......their dogs. Now, if you know me, you know how much I love animals. But, when one is a yappy beagle, and one is a barky pit bull mix, well, the line has been drawn. We have left notes for them twice (since of course they don't answer their door) because the damn dogs are kept outside in a kennel and start barking around 6am, 5:30am on bad days. And they bark. And bark. And fight in the little dog house that was built for them. And then bark some more. And the owners do nothing about it. They leave them outside barking to their little hearts content. Ugh. Me no likey.

We also took a little vacation last week to the Dells with our friends who live on the other side of our house. It was a good time, even if the wave pool hurt my arms from the inner tubes, and cut up my feet from the floor. One of my favorite times was going around in the lazy river in a tube with Claire curled up in my lap. Truly a memory maker. Also people watching. Never a dull moment with that. Oh, and we watched The Hangover when the kids went to bed. Oh. My. Lord. It was too funny (but don't watch it if you get offended easily. It's not for the faint of heart). The humor is along the lines of Something About Mary, Old School, Role Models, etc. Anyway, I laughed until I snorted at some parts. So if you like that bad type of humor, watch it. If you don't like that kind of humor, well, then don't watch it. Easy peesy.

My mom and I have spent quite a bit of time at Mayo appointments. Her stomach wound is now about 12 inches long, and 5 inches wide. And while that sounds bad (and it is, I am not downplaying it at all), it is finally starting to heal. We have been going to a dermatologist who has been wonderful and things are starting to look up for her. Not to say that it will be a fast heal because I think it will take quite a bit of time, but at least it is healing. She finally agreed to have a nurse come in to help her with the dressings, which a a peace of mind for me, and the pain seems to be getting a very little bit better. But a little bit is better than nothing.

Ok, that's all for now. I will try not to wait another month an a half before I post again. But I have been mentally busy trying to figure some things out, which seems to be an ongoing process. One of these days I might figure some things out. We'll see. In the meantime, onward.