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9:20 pm: jane - sore, full of aches, tired, leathery taste in mouth - generally feeling lousy - and the full effects of chemo upon her - so this is her pattern - icky on monday and tuesday before the upswing - she doesn't even insist on loading the dishwasher after barely eating dinner - that's how i know she's not sparkling!
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lately i have been working on the plans for a community trip to israel, this coming december. it's an exciting venture for me, not least because i have a warm and fuzzy feeling when i think of our family trips there.
what happy times - carefree, easy, delicious, relaxed, beachy, social, inspiring - and most critically, fun days and nights! this past august found us mostly hanging out on the shores of the mediterranean, eating (!), swimming, playing paddle ball, drinking (!), and soaking in the sun. we basically lived in bathing suits, showering on the beach only to be covered in sand again a few moments later ...
this came on the heels of a hectic summer - many weekends in canada, a splash out in paris, and a dose of africa. this following a bar and bat mitzvah, journeys far and wide (india, amsterdam, paris, marrakech, etc.) ... so the end of summer was to be a very mellow season.
and just when we said 'aaahhhh', we can breathe, we fall into the perils of health, which in addition to anxiety, lead to another frenetic era in our household. because it truly is not only the physiological concern, the stress, and the life altering thoughts that abound - it is all of the other 'stuff' that comes along with it. tests. days missed. treatments. plans postponed. questions unanswered. the frenzy of pre and post op. the calls. the emails. in other words, another 'busy' period.
and so it goes, one expects to repose and instead comes mass hysteria! alas, as noted previously, we can only take a deep breath, try to slow it all down, find our balance, maintain our equilibrium, and let life follow it's course. and when all else fails, there's café gitane every sunday morn'.
9:20 pm: jane - sore, full of aches, tired, leathery taste in mouth - generally feeling lousy - and the full effects of chemo upon her - so this is her pattern - icky on monday and tuesday before the upswing - she doesn't even insist on loading the dishwasher after barely eating dinner - that's how i know she's not sparkling!
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lately i have been working on the plans for a community trip to israel, this coming december. it's an exciting venture for me, not least because i have a warm and fuzzy feeling when i think of our family trips there.
what happy times - carefree, easy, delicious, relaxed, beachy, social, inspiring - and most critically, fun days and nights! this past august found us mostly hanging out on the shores of the mediterranean, eating (!), swimming, playing paddle ball, drinking (!), and soaking in the sun. we basically lived in bathing suits, showering on the beach only to be covered in sand again a few moments later ...
this came on the heels of a hectic summer - many weekends in canada, a splash out in paris, and a dose of africa. this following a bar and bat mitzvah, journeys far and wide (india, amsterdam, paris, marrakech, etc.) ... so the end of summer was to be a very mellow season.
and just when we said 'aaahhhh', we can breathe, we fall into the perils of health, which in addition to anxiety, lead to another frenetic era in our household. because it truly is not only the physiological concern, the stress, and the life altering thoughts that abound - it is all of the other 'stuff' that comes along with it. tests. days missed. treatments. plans postponed. questions unanswered. the frenzy of pre and post op. the calls. the emails. in other words, another 'busy' period.
and so it goes, one expects to repose and instead comes mass hysteria! alas, as noted previously, we can only take a deep breath, try to slow it all down, find our balance, maintain our equilibrium, and let life follow it's course. and when all else fails, there's café gitane every sunday morn'.
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