N (husband) has been diagnosed "officially" with adenocarcinoma in his lung (hasn't smoked in 45 years) and metastases into his occipital lobe on either side of his spine. He will be going into chemo next week for one-out-of-three weeks, for series of at least 3 times. He will also go under the gamma knife for the brain lesions as well. None of this is fun and giggles, and there isn't anything I can do to make it better for him. I am wrestling with my own cognition problems. For example I wrote myself a note "Tile floors 1 cup vinegar plus 1 gal hot water, wash with soft brush." OK so far, right? then it goes: "Add somewhat of dish soap than Coptich wited so into mail muscles, the more season" Huh?? It gets worse the later the writings/typing I try to do. So between the two of us, we will have one functioning brain, I guess.
If not for son C we would be so much worse. He handles the feeding of the horses, the lawn work, the kitchen clean-up and laundry and so on. It isn't any earth shattering tasks, but I couldn't manage it all on my best day. All this in addition to driving N to all of his appointments.
Daughter isn't doing her share, but that will change on Saturday. I don't expect much from her after work (she gets home at 9 pm) But she could do some smaller tasks before work and on weekends, something besides play that ridiculous on-line game. Grocery shopping for one; kitty litter scooping for another. We will see how it all shakes out. I'm looking for a lot of flouncing around so we can see how she resents all this.
That's it for now. Send me good thoughts to get me through the months ahead.
Thought for the day: "It's scary when you start making the same noises as your coffee maker ."