Update on Life and the Universe
Sep. 25th, 2010 03:00 pmMy mother is doing so much better we can't believe it. Yes, she still has terminal lung cancer but we only know that because we were told. She is loving having her children wait on her hand and foot and people visiting and bringing food. Many cancer patients actually starve to death. I don't think Mom will.
My older brother took 12 weeks family leave from the university where he works and has weeks and weeks of sick leave so he can stay for quite some time. We have the hospice personal assistant in daily and the nurses weekly. They said the oxygen is almost optional for Mom and she does take it off when she eats. They have her pain meds up so her arthritis isn't bothering her and they have her on a catheter so she doesn't have to get up several times every night and is sleeping better than she has in years.
Instead of planning the funeral, we are making tentative plans for the annual soup and bread party around my SIL's birthday end of October.
We are enjoying the new blue PT Cruiser we purchased rather on an impulse. I cannot recommend PT Cruisers enough. They are reasonably priced, comfortable, practical and rather cool. So, of course, they are going to quit making them next year. So we traded in the eight year old red model on a brand-new blue, which they got here much faster than we were expecting so I spent an afternoon running to the bank frantically to get a loan for it. It has heated seats. For the first time in my life, I am looking forward to those sub-zero mornings. The old car promptly sold to one of the teenagers I work with at the movie theatre. His parents knew the car had been well taken care of and had low miles so they co-signed his loan.
I wrote a really good script for this year's "Ghost Tour," when we wander through local historic neighborhoods and have people dressed up as people from the town's past. The couple playing the owner of the most successful brothel and her common-law husband, who was sheriff at one time, were especially good. I played the worst housekeeper in early Miles City. The weather was perfect, too. We only had about 150 people take the tour but it was a busy weekend. Still, somebody drop a hundred dollar bill in my donation basket so I'm happy.
I started showing my nieces Man from UNCLE episodes last night. Mom has already made them HUGE Avengers fans so I figure I need to get in my two cents.
So, at the moment, life is chugging along.
So, surviving. Okay. So. Far.
My older brother took 12 weeks family leave from the university where he works and has weeks and weeks of sick leave so he can stay for quite some time. We have the hospice personal assistant in daily and the nurses weekly. They said the oxygen is almost optional for Mom and she does take it off when she eats. They have her pain meds up so her arthritis isn't bothering her and they have her on a catheter so she doesn't have to get up several times every night and is sleeping better than she has in years.
Instead of planning the funeral, we are making tentative plans for the annual soup and bread party around my SIL's birthday end of October.
We are enjoying the new blue PT Cruiser we purchased rather on an impulse. I cannot recommend PT Cruisers enough. They are reasonably priced, comfortable, practical and rather cool. So, of course, they are going to quit making them next year. So we traded in the eight year old red model on a brand-new blue, which they got here much faster than we were expecting so I spent an afternoon running to the bank frantically to get a loan for it. It has heated seats. For the first time in my life, I am looking forward to those sub-zero mornings. The old car promptly sold to one of the teenagers I work with at the movie theatre. His parents knew the car had been well taken care of and had low miles so they co-signed his loan.
I wrote a really good script for this year's "Ghost Tour," when we wander through local historic neighborhoods and have people dressed up as people from the town's past. The couple playing the owner of the most successful brothel and her common-law husband, who was sheriff at one time, were especially good. I played the worst housekeeper in early Miles City. The weather was perfect, too. We only had about 150 people take the tour but it was a busy weekend. Still, somebody drop a hundred dollar bill in my donation basket so I'm happy.
I started showing my nieces Man from UNCLE episodes last night. Mom has already made them HUGE Avengers fans so I figure I need to get in my two cents.
So, at the moment, life is chugging along.
So, surviving. Okay. So. Far.