We all realize that life is a delicate balance. We have good days. We have bad days. We have days where everything we tough turns to gold. And we have days where everything we tough turns to mud.
Last week was a very busy week filled with plenty of peaks and valleys. There was a consult with the radiation/oncologist to discuss radiation treatments to my cervical spine. There was planning and simulations of that radiation procedure. There was a brain MRI. There was laboratory work. There was a CT scan of the chest, abdomen and pelvis. Beginning Tuesday there was daily radiation treatments. It was one of the busiest weeks I've experienced.
On top of all of this I've been shuffling around like a zombie as a result of all the medications that I am on.
Some days were very rough on me.
My philosophy entering the week was that I have a very heavy weight to carry up a very steep hill but I was going to buckle down, not complain about it (well maybe a little) and get it done. If anyone came along and asked me if they could help me carry some of the weight I wasn't going to be stupid and turn that kind offer down. But I was ready to take it all on if I had to.
Barb has always been my angel through this journey. She does everything and anything to ease my burden. I couldn't possibly list how many times she's propped me up and held the ship together. Thanks Barbie!
Barb's Mom Susan immediately came forward early this week and asked how she could help. I didn't want to intrude on Susan's life and just let her know that I appreciate her offer and will humbly accept any offers to help. Susan drove us to our medical events three times this week. She certainly took a huge load of the weight off of my back. Thanks Susan!
One of the big problems of this week was having appointments early in the morning and late in the afternoon on the same day. This was stretching me thin.
When we received our radiation treatment schedule on Tuesday we explained this concern to the nurse. But she explained to us that the doctor was quite serious about starting these treatments right away.
She did tell us though that Friday after our CT scan we shouldn't go home but come to the radiation/oncology department, put on our best sad puppy faces, and explain our dilemna.
As I mentioned some days everything goes right, and sometimes, well, ugh...
Friday was unbelievable, incredible really. Susan drove Barb and I into the health campus, about 20-minutes east of Marietta, for my CT scan. I've had many CT scans here through the past few years and there has always been at least a 30-minute wait just to get called back.
Yesterday, unexplicably, there was no one there but me. As soon as I got there they took me back, straight into the scanning room, positioned me on the table, and in a couple minutes it was done.
I walked out stunned, happily stunned. I walked out to the waiting area and saw Barb walking toward the waiting area from another direction, both of us heading toward her Mom.
"Did you have any luck with your sad puppy face?" I asked Barb.
"Yep. We're supposed to go right down there when you're done," she answered.
This was big. This was huge. I could get everything done without having to go home, hang out, take a nap, and then return by 4 p.m. Radiation treatment went smooth, especially considering that one of their machines were down. We were home, and done for the day, by around 10 a.m.
That's a big week in the book.
We're going to have to make use of Barb's powerful sad puppy face in the future, but only for good and never for evil. Maybe she could teach me that face too!
Saturday, October 10, 2009
Thursday, October 8, 2009
Ugh - Never a Dull Moment
I woke up this morning feeling like Freckles had slept on my head all night. Or maybe I was out partying all night and just don't remember it.
Regardless, I'm shaking off the sleepy dust and trying to pull it back together.
It's all good. I mean I've certainly been worse off before. But that's kind of an odd contest to have with myself, so I'll just say this week has been a little tough but I'm hanging in there.
Yesterday morning Barb and I ran up to "Norlanco" which is a little medical center between Elizabethtown and Mt. Joy. Lancaster General Hospital, which is owned by the residents of Lancaster County, has been buying up just about every medical operation in the county. Norlanco is one of their many tentacles.
Norlanco is convenient because it is only about a 10-minute drive from us, and we can access it driving only rural, country roads. I had to have bloodwork and a urinalysis done.
I was previously given a cup and stuff for me to fill at home before coming in for my appointment. I appreciate that flexibility. But I'll never get used to carrying a cup of pee around with me.
They took a couple of viles of blood for several different tests: blood cell counts; liver and kidney conditions; medicine levels, etc. The lab tech who typically takes my blood now is very slick and always gets me on the first stick. But I do remember when she first started a year-or-so ago. Oh my she'd stick me over and over and over until she found a gusher.
After the lab work we walked to the other end of the med center for my brain MRI. I don't understand why the MRI is so noisy. I've asked. No one else seems to know that I've asked. Once I was told by a tech that it waa because the MRI had gigantic magnets that rapidly collided against one another. (shrugging shoulders)
But it is awful noisy. I have to lie perfectly still for around an hour while the magnets make it sound and feel like there is an earthquake going on around my head.
I used to wake up, hit the shower, and I was out the door. But since cancer came to town I need a little time to wake up. Since Barb has always needed some time to wake up we set the alarm for four a.m. So by the time we got back from the MRI I was already pretty spent and just kicked back and relaxed.
Until late in the afternoon when we had to take off for the Lancaster General Health Campus for my first radiation treatment to my upper spine. I had taken a necessary nap and the trip went well. Radiation was about 30-minutes behind schedule. But once they got me in it took longer to set me up in the exact position, laying on my belly without my shirt and with my hands above my head, then it took for the actual radiation treatment.
The stretch for the day yesterday was definitely having two different things happening at both ends of the day, early in the morning and late in the afternoon.
Today we only have to get in for a mid-afternoon radiation treatment. I'll be timing out my nap and my pain pills to pull that off without a hitch.
Never a dull moment around here!
Regardless, I'm shaking off the sleepy dust and trying to pull it back together.
It's all good. I mean I've certainly been worse off before. But that's kind of an odd contest to have with myself, so I'll just say this week has been a little tough but I'm hanging in there.
Yesterday morning Barb and I ran up to "Norlanco" which is a little medical center between Elizabethtown and Mt. Joy. Lancaster General Hospital, which is owned by the residents of Lancaster County, has been buying up just about every medical operation in the county. Norlanco is one of their many tentacles.
Norlanco is convenient because it is only about a 10-minute drive from us, and we can access it driving only rural, country roads. I had to have bloodwork and a urinalysis done.
I was previously given a cup and stuff for me to fill at home before coming in for my appointment. I appreciate that flexibility. But I'll never get used to carrying a cup of pee around with me.
They took a couple of viles of blood for several different tests: blood cell counts; liver and kidney conditions; medicine levels, etc. The lab tech who typically takes my blood now is very slick and always gets me on the first stick. But I do remember when she first started a year-or-so ago. Oh my she'd stick me over and over and over until she found a gusher.
After the lab work we walked to the other end of the med center for my brain MRI. I don't understand why the MRI is so noisy. I've asked. No one else seems to know that I've asked. Once I was told by a tech that it waa because the MRI had gigantic magnets that rapidly collided against one another. (shrugging shoulders)
But it is awful noisy. I have to lie perfectly still for around an hour while the magnets make it sound and feel like there is an earthquake going on around my head.
I used to wake up, hit the shower, and I was out the door. But since cancer came to town I need a little time to wake up. Since Barb has always needed some time to wake up we set the alarm for four a.m. So by the time we got back from the MRI I was already pretty spent and just kicked back and relaxed.
Until late in the afternoon when we had to take off for the Lancaster General Health Campus for my first radiation treatment to my upper spine. I had taken a necessary nap and the trip went well. Radiation was about 30-minutes behind schedule. But once they got me in it took longer to set me up in the exact position, laying on my belly without my shirt and with my hands above my head, then it took for the actual radiation treatment.
The stretch for the day yesterday was definitely having two different things happening at both ends of the day, early in the morning and late in the afternoon.
Today we only have to get in for a mid-afternoon radiation treatment. I'll be timing out my nap and my pain pills to pull that off without a hitch.
Never a dull moment around here!
Wednesday, October 7, 2009
When it Rains it Pours
First I really need to thank Susan, Barb's Mom, for transporting me to appointments not just yesterday, but today as well. Thank you. Thank you. Thank you.
I can never thank Barb enough for going to all of these appointments with me, sacrificing herself and her time. She's truly been my partner through this tough journey and just gives and gives and gives.
Yesterday Barb and I met with the radiation oncologist who was eager to start radiation treatments right away to one vertabrae in the cervical spine. The cervical spine is higher up the spine between the upper shoulder blades.
Since this area wasn't diagnosed very quickly (at first we thought it was strained muscles, then a rotator cuff strain, then a pinched nerve) the doc didn't want it to last any longer. If let to continue it could jeopardize the stability of that vertabrae and collapse, creating REAL problems.
That's all I needed to hear. I thought the current problems were real enough.
I was hoping for a brand new style of radiation treatment, a new machine called tomotherapy, that delivers one high dose of radiation directly at the cancer with little harm to adjacent cells. But the doc felt better about the older style of radiation which delivers lower doses of radiation over a period of weeks. Since this area was so close to the spinal cord itself, he wanted to be very cautious. I had to sign a paper stating that this procedure could causes paralysis. But the nurse told me that has never happened in her seven-years there.
So now I have to go in for radiation everyday for at least 10-days. But the doctor is reserving the right to extend that to 15-days if he deems necessary.
This is also coincidentally "scan week." I have an MRI of the head this morning, plus bloodwork. Then I have a CT of the chest, abdomen and pelvis on Friday. Everyday of course will also include a radiation treatment beginning this afternoon.
So for the next few weeks I'll probably be spending just as much time at the medical facilities as I will at home.
Whew!
The fight continues. We are up for it!
I can never thank Barb enough for going to all of these appointments with me, sacrificing herself and her time. She's truly been my partner through this tough journey and just gives and gives and gives.
Yesterday Barb and I met with the radiation oncologist who was eager to start radiation treatments right away to one vertabrae in the cervical spine. The cervical spine is higher up the spine between the upper shoulder blades.
Since this area wasn't diagnosed very quickly (at first we thought it was strained muscles, then a rotator cuff strain, then a pinched nerve) the doc didn't want it to last any longer. If let to continue it could jeopardize the stability of that vertabrae and collapse, creating REAL problems.
That's all I needed to hear. I thought the current problems were real enough.
I was hoping for a brand new style of radiation treatment, a new machine called tomotherapy, that delivers one high dose of radiation directly at the cancer with little harm to adjacent cells. But the doc felt better about the older style of radiation which delivers lower doses of radiation over a period of weeks. Since this area was so close to the spinal cord itself, he wanted to be very cautious. I had to sign a paper stating that this procedure could causes paralysis. But the nurse told me that has never happened in her seven-years there.
So now I have to go in for radiation everyday for at least 10-days. But the doctor is reserving the right to extend that to 15-days if he deems necessary.
This is also coincidentally "scan week." I have an MRI of the head this morning, plus bloodwork. Then I have a CT of the chest, abdomen and pelvis on Friday. Everyday of course will also include a radiation treatment beginning this afternoon.
So for the next few weeks I'll probably be spending just as much time at the medical facilities as I will at home.
Whew!
The fight continues. We are up for it!
Monday, October 5, 2009
A Dedication to Grandma Grim
Yesterday, Sunday, October 4th, 2009 was even made more clear to me (even more so) how important she was in so many lives. A bench was dedicated in her honor just outside the New Bridgeville firehall. She has had such an impact on so many lives and in my opinion, this was a way she once again managed to bring her family together, which does not happen often enough.
One thing I definitely remember, is that she cooked all the time, it seemed as though everytime you were there, that is what she was doing. As kids we spent alot of time there, especially it seems during baseball season, since the field was so close by. But then again, we spent a ton of time with both sets of grandparents.
I know I mentioned yesterday that clearly all of Grandma's children, Aunt Joanne, Aunt Brenda, Dad, Uncle Rodney, and Uncle Mike, have all picked up Grandma's traits. Grandma was the type of person that never had an unkind thing to say about anyone. We all love her and miss her a great deal and I could go on and on, but I'm not going to.
She will forever be in our hearts.
One thing I definitely remember, is that she cooked all the time, it seemed as though everytime you were there, that is what she was doing. As kids we spent alot of time there, especially it seems during baseball season, since the field was so close by. But then again, we spent a ton of time with both sets of grandparents.
I know I mentioned yesterday that clearly all of Grandma's children, Aunt Joanne, Aunt Brenda, Dad, Uncle Rodney, and Uncle Mike, have all picked up Grandma's traits. Grandma was the type of person that never had an unkind thing to say about anyone. We all love her and miss her a great deal and I could go on and on, but I'm not going to.
She will forever be in our hearts.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
Goodbye Tough Guy
I broke down and turned on the furnace yesterday morning. It was in the forties. As the day brought the temperatures back into the sixties I turned the furnace back down.
In this old house the furnace cannot go on without the storm windows being pulled. The old windows are very drafty. So I hustled around the house to close all but two, since I knew there would be a day or three yet when we would want a couple open windows and some fresh air.
In the past I would never turn the furnace on this early. I mean it's only October. In the past I would be a tough guy, who was also trying to save money. I would just say to myself that I could pull a sweatshirt on and be just fine. Just add another layer and don't touch the thermostat at least until Thanksgiving.
But yesterday I found myself saying, "Why should I be uncomfortable in my own home?" For the first time I found myself looking after my own comfort rather than trying to be some macho dude that could handle this change in the seasons.
Since cancer came to town it has been a big goodbye to the tough guy.
Chemotherapy, and kind of chemotherapy, is a strong, strong drug. In my situation it is even tougher because I have been taking it for almost four-years. Few cancer patients are on chemo for that length of time.
Chemo is a poison to the cancer...but it is also a poison to your body. Over time I have felt how the chemo has stripped me down. All those layers my body used to have to help me be a tough guy are now gone.
I've always been pretty thick-skinned, both literally and figuretively. No more. Now my skin is very sensitive and will get sore quite easily. Now my mind is more sensitive and I'm spooked by someone sneaking up on me, which would never happen before.
In many ways this isn't such a terrible thing. Being sensitive to my surroundings, objects, the weather, the taste of food, opens my eyes to a world that the rhino that I was never experienced.
There's always a bright side. It's all in how you choose to look at things.
Today is pretty relaxing. I have gotten two great leads to a literary agent and a book publisher from an old friend from Philly. This gives me even more inspiation to get this book thing together. I will try to work that today.
I keep doing stretches and exercises to try to get my body back together after a tough month or so.
Next week will be a busy one. I have to go for bloodwork on Monday. On Tuesday I'll meet with the radiation/oncologist to discuss radiaton treatment plans and then they'll execute a simulation of the treatment in preparation. We should get our schedule then for when we'll proceed with that.
Wednesday is a follow-up MRI of the brain. Friday is a follow-up CT scan of the chest, pelvis and abdomen. The oncologist had ordered another PET/CT scan but my insurance company firmly denied it.
Off and running, go Penn State, go Phillies, go Newcastle United. It's sports Saturday.
In this old house the furnace cannot go on without the storm windows being pulled. The old windows are very drafty. So I hustled around the house to close all but two, since I knew there would be a day or three yet when we would want a couple open windows and some fresh air.
In the past I would never turn the furnace on this early. I mean it's only October. In the past I would be a tough guy, who was also trying to save money. I would just say to myself that I could pull a sweatshirt on and be just fine. Just add another layer and don't touch the thermostat at least until Thanksgiving.
But yesterday I found myself saying, "Why should I be uncomfortable in my own home?" For the first time I found myself looking after my own comfort rather than trying to be some macho dude that could handle this change in the seasons.
Since cancer came to town it has been a big goodbye to the tough guy.
Chemotherapy, and kind of chemotherapy, is a strong, strong drug. In my situation it is even tougher because I have been taking it for almost four-years. Few cancer patients are on chemo for that length of time.
Chemo is a poison to the cancer...but it is also a poison to your body. Over time I have felt how the chemo has stripped me down. All those layers my body used to have to help me be a tough guy are now gone.
I've always been pretty thick-skinned, both literally and figuretively. No more. Now my skin is very sensitive and will get sore quite easily. Now my mind is more sensitive and I'm spooked by someone sneaking up on me, which would never happen before.
In many ways this isn't such a terrible thing. Being sensitive to my surroundings, objects, the weather, the taste of food, opens my eyes to a world that the rhino that I was never experienced.
There's always a bright side. It's all in how you choose to look at things.
Today is pretty relaxing. I have gotten two great leads to a literary agent and a book publisher from an old friend from Philly. This gives me even more inspiation to get this book thing together. I will try to work that today.
I keep doing stretches and exercises to try to get my body back together after a tough month or so.
Next week will be a busy one. I have to go for bloodwork on Monday. On Tuesday I'll meet with the radiation/oncologist to discuss radiaton treatment plans and then they'll execute a simulation of the treatment in preparation. We should get our schedule then for when we'll proceed with that.
Wednesday is a follow-up MRI of the brain. Friday is a follow-up CT scan of the chest, pelvis and abdomen. The oncologist had ordered another PET/CT scan but my insurance company firmly denied it.
Off and running, go Penn State, go Phillies, go Newcastle United. It's sports Saturday.
Friday, October 2, 2009
Join the Party
Pennsylvania is now 94-days late passing a budget. It is the only state in the nation without an approved budget.
I can't remember in any other scenario something being so difficult to come to conclusion.
As one state resident said, "I wonder how they'll feel when we pay our state taxes 94-days late?"
I have a feeling that they won't be as patient as they expect us to be.
Every morning in the news for the past few weeks there has been a story on someone who is suffering because of the lack of a budget. For the most part these are libraries, schools, and non-profits that provide valuable social products to communities across the state. There are people being laid off. There are places just closing down.
This system just isn't working. It all comes down to party politics. What we hear and read in the news isn't how Representative Joe Smith feels, or how Senator Bob Soandso feels, or God forbid how the citizens of Pennsylvania feels. All we hear is that the Republicans won't vote for this or the Democrats won't vote for that.
Within each party there are leaders. When you are voted to office for the first time your office is in a cold, dark corner of the basement. You have to "earn" your way up the party ladder by kissing the right butts and blindly supporting the interests of the top few people who run the party.
So the architecture of our government all comes down to a few men and women who represent only two interest groups, Republican and Democrat.
Our budget would be done if it just came down to a popular vote, whether that popular vote be among all state lawmakers, or the entire population.
And let's face it, a marriage is a group of two interests and for success there must be a give and take. You can't just argue about it for 94-plus days. That could lead to divorce. Maybe our lawmakers should just divorce themselves from their positions? Or their parties?
I don't know.
I tried to look up what benefits state employees receive. I've always heard people talk about how great it is to land a state job because the benefits are so excellent. I found a great site packed full of information, but it was so complex and involved so many different scenarios that you'd have to be an attorney with a week on your hands to be able to sit down and figure it out.
We're too complex.
I used to have a theory that Alyssa purposely kept her room incredibly messy so I couldn't find anything in there - ummm - incriminating.
Now I have a theory that our government leaders purposely keep everything really messy so we can't find all the crazy things they're doing.
Can't we just have a flat income tax...period...with no other taxes?
I was talking to a sales-representative for a local printer yesterday. We were just talking about this and that. I mentioned to him that in Saudi Arabia the government takes 10-percent of every commercial transaction. And the Saudi government owns every store, construction company, etc. He thought about what I said for a second and then said, "Well that's not bad. Better than what we pay."
How true.
I can't remember in any other scenario something being so difficult to come to conclusion.
As one state resident said, "I wonder how they'll feel when we pay our state taxes 94-days late?"
I have a feeling that they won't be as patient as they expect us to be.
Every morning in the news for the past few weeks there has been a story on someone who is suffering because of the lack of a budget. For the most part these are libraries, schools, and non-profits that provide valuable social products to communities across the state. There are people being laid off. There are places just closing down.
This system just isn't working. It all comes down to party politics. What we hear and read in the news isn't how Representative Joe Smith feels, or how Senator Bob Soandso feels, or God forbid how the citizens of Pennsylvania feels. All we hear is that the Republicans won't vote for this or the Democrats won't vote for that.
Within each party there are leaders. When you are voted to office for the first time your office is in a cold, dark corner of the basement. You have to "earn" your way up the party ladder by kissing the right butts and blindly supporting the interests of the top few people who run the party.
So the architecture of our government all comes down to a few men and women who represent only two interest groups, Republican and Democrat.
Our budget would be done if it just came down to a popular vote, whether that popular vote be among all state lawmakers, or the entire population.
And let's face it, a marriage is a group of two interests and for success there must be a give and take. You can't just argue about it for 94-plus days. That could lead to divorce. Maybe our lawmakers should just divorce themselves from their positions? Or their parties?
I don't know.
I tried to look up what benefits state employees receive. I've always heard people talk about how great it is to land a state job because the benefits are so excellent. I found a great site packed full of information, but it was so complex and involved so many different scenarios that you'd have to be an attorney with a week on your hands to be able to sit down and figure it out.
We're too complex.
I used to have a theory that Alyssa purposely kept her room incredibly messy so I couldn't find anything in there - ummm - incriminating.
Now I have a theory that our government leaders purposely keep everything really messy so we can't find all the crazy things they're doing.
Can't we just have a flat income tax...period...with no other taxes?
I was talking to a sales-representative for a local printer yesterday. We were just talking about this and that. I mentioned to him that in Saudi Arabia the government takes 10-percent of every commercial transaction. And the Saudi government owns every store, construction company, etc. He thought about what I said for a second and then said, "Well that's not bad. Better than what we pay."
How true.
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Sighs of Relief
Well the Phillies wrapped it up last night and secured their third division title in a row. I swear these guys have to make it exciting though. I'm not sure how far they'll go this year. But at least I can breathe a sigh of relief...for now.
I followed up with the cancer center yesterday on all the issues we have going. I expect another contact today from radiation/oncology to confirm some details. But at least I can breathe a sigh of relief...for now.
Two-days this past week Barb's Dad showed up by surprise to work on the spouting and run off on one back corner of our house. These were nice surprises. I know he's very busy and I was trying to convince him not to worry about it. But there he was. He's an excellent problem solver. He did some incredible work as always. He's constantly in our debt. Thank you so much Bill. One other worry that I don't have to concern myself with now. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief about that.
Our disappearing neighbors who suddenly appeared and trimmed up all of our trees have again disappeared. But they did promise to return to trim a few more branches. I won't complain. When someone does something so charitable for me, without even being asked, who am I to argue? I was worried about how the trees would be pruned with me in my current state. Now I can breathe a sigh of relief about that too.
Someone I worked with over 20-years ago gave me a great lead to a literary agent near Philadelphia. Now I can concentrate on getting my book done feeling confident that I have at least one good source to with an inquiry. The odds that the first agent I contact will like my concept is slim. But it's a good start. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief about that for now too!
That leaves me without an overwhelming agenda today. Several tasks have now been "checked" as done in my Day-Timer appointment book.
I still have work to do. I'm just one of those people who is seldom bored.
I have to keep working on pulling together the book.
Also, I recently learned from the Pennsylvania Insurance Commission that if I would accept Medicare (because of my disability) I would have six-months to sign up for a Medi-Gap policy and not be denied because of a pre-existing condition. This is supposed to be a state law. But it's one that I have never heard mentioned before. I would have to move through all of this very carefully to ensure that I don't end up at a loss due to something in the small print.
Plus the furance has to be dusted off and I have to clean the filter to get ready for the winter season. It was in the 40s this morning. Brrrrr. I'm not ready for this.
There's always something to do here, never a dull moment. With the help of those around us it has been made easier. I can't thank everyone who has helped us enough. We appreciate your kindness greatly. There are super heros in this world.
I followed up with the cancer center yesterday on all the issues we have going. I expect another contact today from radiation/oncology to confirm some details. But at least I can breathe a sigh of relief...for now.
Two-days this past week Barb's Dad showed up by surprise to work on the spouting and run off on one back corner of our house. These were nice surprises. I know he's very busy and I was trying to convince him not to worry about it. But there he was. He's an excellent problem solver. He did some incredible work as always. He's constantly in our debt. Thank you so much Bill. One other worry that I don't have to concern myself with now. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief about that.
Our disappearing neighbors who suddenly appeared and trimmed up all of our trees have again disappeared. But they did promise to return to trim a few more branches. I won't complain. When someone does something so charitable for me, without even being asked, who am I to argue? I was worried about how the trees would be pruned with me in my current state. Now I can breathe a sigh of relief about that too.
Someone I worked with over 20-years ago gave me a great lead to a literary agent near Philadelphia. Now I can concentrate on getting my book done feeling confident that I have at least one good source to with an inquiry. The odds that the first agent I contact will like my concept is slim. But it's a good start. At least I can breathe a sigh of relief about that for now too!
That leaves me without an overwhelming agenda today. Several tasks have now been "checked" as done in my Day-Timer appointment book.
I still have work to do. I'm just one of those people who is seldom bored.
I have to keep working on pulling together the book.
Also, I recently learned from the Pennsylvania Insurance Commission that if I would accept Medicare (because of my disability) I would have six-months to sign up for a Medi-Gap policy and not be denied because of a pre-existing condition. This is supposed to be a state law. But it's one that I have never heard mentioned before. I would have to move through all of this very carefully to ensure that I don't end up at a loss due to something in the small print.
Plus the furance has to be dusted off and I have to clean the filter to get ready for the winter season. It was in the 40s this morning. Brrrrr. I'm not ready for this.
There's always something to do here, never a dull moment. With the help of those around us it has been made easier. I can't thank everyone who has helped us enough. We appreciate your kindness greatly. There are super heros in this world.
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