Well, I hate to bother you, but I could really need your good thoughts, prayers, healing energy, or whatever you may be able to spare and send my way. OK, DM is still busy with her cancer on her ankle and loin; since the stuff on her ankle has become to big for surgery right away, they decided for chemo. Her first run, ours too, and we are dead scared about the way her ankle and the malign melanoma looks; however, the specialists say that it's all as normal as can be under these circumstances. My DF, 82, copes rather badly with the situation and is rather moody, partly due to an increasing 'nuttiness', partly due to worries about my DM, and worries about himself and the thing they found in his lung (which, fortunately, doesn't grow).
Since brother # 1 has a job with just a normal amount of days to take off and brother # 2 is on holiday for 3 weeks (isn't he a darling?), I have to manage phone calls, soothing the patient and her husband, and run errands that require a car. However, I won't complain about brother #1; he and his wife do all they can, with both of them working and her dad suffering from a very bad case of cancer, too.
DD has been feverish all week long, so I couldn't take her to Kindergarten. I guess it's just a cold, stuck in her sinuses, but we don't have an infrared light (she smashed the old one last winter and I haven't found the time to replace it) and if we had she wouldn't sit still in front of it. However, if she continues that badly, I'll have to take her to the paediatrician.
And, to round if off, DH wasn't too well all week. Came home on Tuesday and Wednesday feeling dizzy, headachy, and sick in the stomach. On Wednesday I suggested a visit to the GP to which he agreed (see, he was feeling really badly!). On Thursday, the GP diagnosed, or rather suspected, a heart attack and he had to see a specialist, a. s. a. p. Said they'd take care of an appointment, and managed indeed to get him one on Friday. Well, what can I say? DH had gone off to work since he's the boss and nobody will pay if he falls ill. So I had to drive to a remote small town to get him while his employee stayed there to finish the job and then get home with the company car. In hospital, they said the couldn't find anything right now, but he has to come back on Tuesday and Wednesday (then for an examination with a catheter). Great, isn't it?
And I had a really nasty bout of migraines and no painkiller did really work. Trust me, yesterday morning, I was so desperate that I didn't know what to do. Help was nowhere in sight since DSIL had once more decided to be cross with me: I forgot to visit her with DD on St. Nicholas day. She had probably made quite an effort to give St. Nick's presents to DD and I had to call it off on the original day, being too tired after running errands for my parents all morning, shopping for the week, and a visit to the waste incineration plant with DD in the afternoon. I postponed the visit to Friday and totally forgot because I was, again, totally fatigued. I said I was really sorry but she was so offended... OK, she has a hard time, too, these days, having lost her husband this summer.
To cut it short, yesterday morning I was leaning against the fridge, crying my heart out, not knowing where to get the strength to get through the day and I thought of you, wondering if you could perhaps give me an encouraging pat on the back. I know that you all have had your share of trouble in life and it always helps to hear someone say that there's a life after trouble. Anyway, thanks for listening.
U.