Yesterday, we learned that my cancer has progressed in my liver and is also confirmed in my lungs. In addition, I have a mass under my arm that we are assuming is a tumor. No need to biopsy, thank goodness. Not such good news.
Holding Steve's hand looking at the scans yesterday, I was overwhelmed. We knew I had two nodules that they were "watching" in my lungs...but to now have 7 or 8 confirms that the two original nodules were cancer. Also, the pain in my side which I originally thought was from my back flap reconstructive surgery was not so much from the surgery but from a new mass residing with my lymph nodes, back where my original cancer was in 2009. I guess now there is no need for me to curse the surgery, as I had been doing from time to time as a result of the constant pain. That tissue is all soft and good.
So, what is the plan? To switch to UCSD. I cannot begin to describe how cared for I felt yesterday by Dr. Sweet as he scrambled to get answers and conversed with Dr. Boles, my new UCSD Oncologist about a plan for my care. We were in his office for an extra 90 minutes....but the outcome was well worth the wait.
One thing Dr. Sweet suggested was some radiation on my side for the pain. As many of you reading this may know, since I already have been radiated on that side, we still are not sure if this can be done. However, if it will get me off some of these pain meds...I am all for it. That appointment is next Wednesday.
I think the most disheartening thing was that we learned that my fatigue is likely disease related, not chemo related. This is really hard to take because I am really tired. Dr. Sweet is going to try to qualify me for a transfusion for my anemia in order to give me more energy for our trip. I hope he can.
Through a message from Dr. Boles through Dr. Sweet, I learned that I am not a candidate for the clinical trial at City of Hope, but my progression will perhaps get me onto the clinical trial that I had been hoping for at UCSD. I see Dr. Boles immediately after my vacation and she asked that I arrive with scans in hand. They have been ordered and ready for pick up.
We are very scared. Yet we know that nothing really has changed. We knew triple-negative breast cancer is quick to spread. We knew that we needed to find a chemo drug that worked. All that has happened is that we have not found a chemo drug that works. We have only tried three. There are more out there. We have hope.
Yesterday is a bit painful for Steve and I to relive. So, I ask that we not receive a lot of questions at this time regarding my treatment. I will try to blog through out the week to keep all updated.
On a positive note, I had a little conversation with my body yesterday and came up with a theme song: "I am a Believer." I think my body needs to know that I believe in it regardless of what the scans show. And there is some deeper logic to this too; so you do not think I am completely crazy. I ask that when you think of me, think of this little jingle please. Maybe I will even try to come up with alternate lyrics for it...just for fun. I have nothing but time, after all.
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Saturday, December 17, 2011
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Ode to Kaiser Permanente
I am a Kaiser baby. So is Steve. Children of teachers, Kaiser is generally the chosen HMO of the Teachers' Unions, and as Steve is a teacher, it is the only insurance that both of us have ever known. Also five minutes from our house, our children were born there; I have had 30+ years of excellent neurology care for my epilepsy first by Dr. Rosenberg and second by Dr. Kaplan; we adore the our pediatrician, Dr. Cantrell; and, my doctors have taken superb care of me through my breast cancer fight.
Now, in a fight for my life, we have chosen to leave Kaiser for a PPO form of insurance, most likely to receive care through UCSD. In my mind's eye, I know this is the right decision. However, seeing Dr. Kaplan yesterday, potentially for the last time, my heart told a different story. Always my protector, Steve had not wanted me to go to this appointment alone. His foresight amazed me as pulled out of the Kaiser parking lot with tears streaming down my cheeks. He knew it would be hard for me. Deep down, I knew too, but like usual, I just chose not to think about it.
I have to admit, I was excited when Dr. Kaplan told me that UCSD has an Epilepsy Center. Fancy. Scary. What if they do not like me taking Tegretol? The drug that has been working so well for me since I was 12 years old, it is NOT the most state-of-the-art for the type of seizures to which I am prone. I know I have to be prepared for a slew of tests and a change in medication. However, what if I have a seizure in the interim? I would loose my driving privileges again, a loss of freedom that would be tough to take. Again, I choose not to give these fears too much heed. It will be what it will be. It will be up to me to be my own advocate.
My emotions from yesterday gave me a sneak peek as to what it will be like for me to leave Dr. Sweet and the rest of my care team. I will add them to my Christmas card list. I will make every attempt to keep in touch and who knows, maybe we will even be back, one day. With Kaiser, I feel safe. In the coming year using a PPO, if I cannot re-create the same safe haven, we can always choose to re-enroll with Kaiser during Steve's open enrollment period, this time next year. I doubt that will happen.
So, what is ahead for me? CHOICES!!!!! For all intents and purposes, I may never have anything else but the same chemo I am having or another common chemo regimen for the rest of my life. This IS a likely scenario. However, if there is a cure out there, whether it be at UCSD or Vanderbilt University, I will now have the choice and my insurance coverage will follow.
Coming into this season of Thanksgiving, some of my friends are posting what they are thankful for each day on FaceBook. I love reading these posts and sharing their joy. I have to say, though outside of the obvious friends, family, etc., topping my list right now are three things: that Steve has a job, so we have access to a great group health plan; that I have wonderful parents who have helped us sort through all of the insurance red tape, find and pay for the insurance plan that is going to work best for us; and lastly, I am thankful for HIPPA, the law that insured that I cannot be discriminated against as we make this change.
Living from test to test, scan to scan, access to a great PPO that gives us choice and freedom to move between health care institutions is the best gift for which I could ever ask. And for this I am most thankful. It has given me hope.
Now, in a fight for my life, we have chosen to leave Kaiser for a PPO form of insurance, most likely to receive care through UCSD. In my mind's eye, I know this is the right decision. However, seeing Dr. Kaplan yesterday, potentially for the last time, my heart told a different story. Always my protector, Steve had not wanted me to go to this appointment alone. His foresight amazed me as pulled out of the Kaiser parking lot with tears streaming down my cheeks. He knew it would be hard for me. Deep down, I knew too, but like usual, I just chose not to think about it.
I have to admit, I was excited when Dr. Kaplan told me that UCSD has an Epilepsy Center. Fancy. Scary. What if they do not like me taking Tegretol? The drug that has been working so well for me since I was 12 years old, it is NOT the most state-of-the-art for the type of seizures to which I am prone. I know I have to be prepared for a slew of tests and a change in medication. However, what if I have a seizure in the interim? I would loose my driving privileges again, a loss of freedom that would be tough to take. Again, I choose not to give these fears too much heed. It will be what it will be. It will be up to me to be my own advocate.
My emotions from yesterday gave me a sneak peek as to what it will be like for me to leave Dr. Sweet and the rest of my care team. I will add them to my Christmas card list. I will make every attempt to keep in touch and who knows, maybe we will even be back, one day. With Kaiser, I feel safe. In the coming year using a PPO, if I cannot re-create the same safe haven, we can always choose to re-enroll with Kaiser during Steve's open enrollment period, this time next year. I doubt that will happen.
So, what is ahead for me? CHOICES!!!!! For all intents and purposes, I may never have anything else but the same chemo I am having or another common chemo regimen for the rest of my life. This IS a likely scenario. However, if there is a cure out there, whether it be at UCSD or Vanderbilt University, I will now have the choice and my insurance coverage will follow.
Coming into this season of Thanksgiving, some of my friends are posting what they are thankful for each day on FaceBook. I love reading these posts and sharing their joy. I have to say, though outside of the obvious friends, family, etc., topping my list right now are three things: that Steve has a job, so we have access to a great group health plan; that I have wonderful parents who have helped us sort through all of the insurance red tape, find and pay for the insurance plan that is going to work best for us; and lastly, I am thankful for HIPPA, the law that insured that I cannot be discriminated against as we make this change.
Living from test to test, scan to scan, access to a great PPO that gives us choice and freedom to move between health care institutions is the best gift for which I could ever ask. And for this I am most thankful. It has given me hope.
Friday, November 4, 2011
Port Placement and Oncology Visit
I am here. I am alive. More alive than I felt yesterday, after not eating anything until 5:00 p.m. I did not think I was going to make it. Truth be told, I almost lost my cookies all over my mom's car as she drove me home from my procedure. Of course, this was after I had eaten a half of a turkey sandwich in the recovery room.
Yesterday, I had my port placement. It is on my left side slightly under my collar bone. The bandage is small. My surgeon was Dr. Deree. The same surgeon to which we entrusted my mastectomies. She is wonderful and by this time, I consider her more like a friend. I trust that there will be minimal scarring and no problems with the port because I know she would not have it any other way. I was awake during the procedure. I even managed to crack a joke or two. The nurses were awesome, one of which loves plumerias and is off to Kauai on vacation next week. In an odd way, having her as my OR nurse was comforting, making me feel like my sister-in-law Kelly (a nurse practitioner) was by my side. To those of you who know Kelly, you understand why.....the girl loves Hawaii and plumerias. She and Darin were married on the North Shore of Oahu.
This morning, I am a bit achy, but I am not in pain. I should be able to have chemotherapy Monday using my new port. The intense headache that dilaudid could not even clear dissipated with the help of an ice pack on the back of my neckand a little quiet time on my couch. My nausea went away, as well. My mom was a rock star, once again. Steve too. My dad called to check on us regularly. I am sure I was supposed to call others, or maybe others even called to check in. However, my head was ringing so that if it did not have something to do with Steve or my kids, I just did not care. I was in bed at 8:30 last night. I woke up once during the night, took some Norco for pain and went back to sleep. I am up early, but there is nothing new about that.
All this being said, on Wednesday, we saw Dr. Sweet. I was having a terrible day, but decided that maybe it was good that he saw me in this state. I did loose my cookies that day, in the middle of the doctor's office waiting room. I had sent Steve to get me prescription in the pharmacy. In his absence, an angel who was the companion of another patient, came and rubbed my back during my troubles. She was an older women and I really felt blessed at that moment. It was a horrible feeling to be alone, in a wheel chair (I was not walking at that point), throwing up and in the middle of a waiting room. I would not wish that on anyone.
Our visit with Dr. Sweet was productive, despite me feeling so poorly. I exclaimed that I was not handling these chemo therapies well. That is not to say that they are not working. His question was simple. He asked if I had been in the house more than out to which I replied, "YES!" Granted, I have had other stresses that may have amplified me feeling weak and nauseated. This being said, we agreed that I would stay on these therapies one more time and see how I fair.
Dr.Sweet gave me a disabled parking pass. I turned it in at AAA yesterday and preceded to go to Target and park right up front. It was liberating, oddly. Dr. Sweet also extended my disability leave through February.
So, all in all, I am doing OK. I received a flowers from one of my "Helping Angels" on Monday; a pretty plant from Steve and his colleague on Tuesday; received a card from a family friend and had a great conversation with a neighbor, on Wednesday; yesterday, dinner and groceries were delivered with a sweet note; and, I received a gorgeous basket full of goodies from San Diego United Girls Soccer and Girl Scout Troops 6413 and 6214. I am so blessed. I feel so loved. Thank you to all who spend your time and energies to help me so. It means more to me than can ever be expressed in writing.
Yesterday, I had my port placement. It is on my left side slightly under my collar bone. The bandage is small. My surgeon was Dr. Deree. The same surgeon to which we entrusted my mastectomies. She is wonderful and by this time, I consider her more like a friend. I trust that there will be minimal scarring and no problems with the port because I know she would not have it any other way. I was awake during the procedure. I even managed to crack a joke or two. The nurses were awesome, one of which loves plumerias and is off to Kauai on vacation next week. In an odd way, having her as my OR nurse was comforting, making me feel like my sister-in-law Kelly (a nurse practitioner) was by my side. To those of you who know Kelly, you understand why.....the girl loves Hawaii and plumerias. She and Darin were married on the North Shore of Oahu.
This morning, I am a bit achy, but I am not in pain. I should be able to have chemotherapy Monday using my new port. The intense headache that dilaudid could not even clear dissipated with the help of an ice pack on the back of my neckand a little quiet time on my couch. My nausea went away, as well. My mom was a rock star, once again. Steve too. My dad called to check on us regularly. I am sure I was supposed to call others, or maybe others even called to check in. However, my head was ringing so that if it did not have something to do with Steve or my kids, I just did not care. I was in bed at 8:30 last night. I woke up once during the night, took some Norco for pain and went back to sleep. I am up early, but there is nothing new about that.
All this being said, on Wednesday, we saw Dr. Sweet. I was having a terrible day, but decided that maybe it was good that he saw me in this state. I did loose my cookies that day, in the middle of the doctor's office waiting room. I had sent Steve to get me prescription in the pharmacy. In his absence, an angel who was the companion of another patient, came and rubbed my back during my troubles. She was an older women and I really felt blessed at that moment. It was a horrible feeling to be alone, in a wheel chair (I was not walking at that point), throwing up and in the middle of a waiting room. I would not wish that on anyone.
Our visit with Dr. Sweet was productive, despite me feeling so poorly. I exclaimed that I was not handling these chemo therapies well. That is not to say that they are not working. His question was simple. He asked if I had been in the house more than out to which I replied, "YES!" Granted, I have had other stresses that may have amplified me feeling weak and nauseated. This being said, we agreed that I would stay on these therapies one more time and see how I fair.
Dr.Sweet gave me a disabled parking pass. I turned it in at AAA yesterday and preceded to go to Target and park right up front. It was liberating, oddly. Dr. Sweet also extended my disability leave through February.
So, all in all, I am doing OK. I received a flowers from one of my "Helping Angels" on Monday; a pretty plant from Steve and his colleague on Tuesday; received a card from a family friend and had a great conversation with a neighbor, on Wednesday; yesterday, dinner and groceries were delivered with a sweet note; and, I received a gorgeous basket full of goodies from San Diego United Girls Soccer and Girl Scout Troops 6413 and 6214. I am so blessed. I feel so loved. Thank you to all who spend your time and energies to help me so. It means more to me than can ever be expressed in writing.
Tuesday, October 4, 2011
Digging Deep: Disappointing Scan Results
The results of my CT scan of my chest and abdomen showed a slight increase in the size of my tumors on my liver. Disappointing, YES! The good news is that there is no cancer on my other organs. The other good news...this is only the first form of chemo that we have tried. Like I told my kids yesterday, if every form of chemo worked on every person, there would be a cure for cancer by now. Besides, the way I see it, because I have a particularly aggressive form of cancer, the chemo may have worked very well and dramatically slowed down its progression, an indicator that can never be measured.
All that being said, I start a new chemotherapy regimen on Monday. After much discussion, we opted for two drugs that Dr. Sweet said he has seen work well together, Ixempra and Xeloda. One will be infused every three weeks; the other being pill form and I take it every day for two weeks. I have great faith that regimen will be the ticket!!!
Dr. Sweet also treated me to a handicapped parking status, as chemo is causing shortness of breath like I have never experienced. It is so frustrating to be out of breath before I even enter my destination! Walking any distance is difficult...though I will continue to try. Somehow, I think it is good for me.
We also talked in great length about switching from Kaiser to the UCSD Health System. The move would be very costly, but my gut instinct is leaning towards the change. Another mitigating factor is that our Kaiser doctors/clinicians feel like family to us, and I am not just referring to Oncology. I love my kids' pediatrician; my neurologist is fantastic; my plastic surgery team is the cream of the crop; my general surgeon is very talented and more like a friend; and, Steve and my primary care physician is thorough, caring and was Steve's dad's physician, as well (many of you know of his dad's heart problems....so family history is really important). Distance would also be a factor. Kaiser is right around the corner from my house; Moores Cancer Center is a 30-minute drive. Considering I am at an appointment at least twice a week, combined with the fact that I am getting more and more tired and driving less and less myself, distance is definitely something to consider.
Having spent my career in the health care industry, I have learned that nothing can replace state-of-the-art care. While chemo is the only answer for me right now, over time, who knows? And, though Dr. Sweet is very versed on up and coming research, I believe Moores Cancer Center doctors are bound to have access to the latest and greatest treatments prior to Kaiser.
All this considered, it would be very difficult to leave Kaiser, still. Steve and I will weigh all of the pro's and the con's and make this decision very soon. Although, it may seem like I am leaning towards the UCSD system in this post, I digress as there are many other factors to consider that I cannot amply describe here.
Now, what I have decided is that I must turn my focus to doing every thing in my power to promote the health of my liver. My diet is bound to get stricter.....and I will do what ever else I can, too. Blood tests show that my liver function is stable, not perfect but not declining. Keeping it that way is critical to my ability to continue metabolize chemotherapy drugs.
So, yesterday, I was pretty upset. Today, I still am. I am talked out, which I why I wanted to post this morning. However, in order to do so, I really had to dig deep to put the disappointment of yesterday into perspective. What I kept coming back to is that if I worry too much about tomorrow, I miss the special moments of today. I have today. Today is a gift. And my tomorrows....they will keep coming...as much as any of us can know of our tomorrows.
The bottom line is that nothing has changed. I am still here. And I am grateful. And I am blessed.
All that being said, I start a new chemotherapy regimen on Monday. After much discussion, we opted for two drugs that Dr. Sweet said he has seen work well together, Ixempra and Xeloda. One will be infused every three weeks; the other being pill form and I take it every day for two weeks. I have great faith that regimen will be the ticket!!!
Dr. Sweet also treated me to a handicapped parking status, as chemo is causing shortness of breath like I have never experienced. It is so frustrating to be out of breath before I even enter my destination! Walking any distance is difficult...though I will continue to try. Somehow, I think it is good for me.
We also talked in great length about switching from Kaiser to the UCSD Health System. The move would be very costly, but my gut instinct is leaning towards the change. Another mitigating factor is that our Kaiser doctors/clinicians feel like family to us, and I am not just referring to Oncology. I love my kids' pediatrician; my neurologist is fantastic; my plastic surgery team is the cream of the crop; my general surgeon is very talented and more like a friend; and, Steve and my primary care physician is thorough, caring and was Steve's dad's physician, as well (many of you know of his dad's heart problems....so family history is really important). Distance would also be a factor. Kaiser is right around the corner from my house; Moores Cancer Center is a 30-minute drive. Considering I am at an appointment at least twice a week, combined with the fact that I am getting more and more tired and driving less and less myself, distance is definitely something to consider.
Having spent my career in the health care industry, I have learned that nothing can replace state-of-the-art care. While chemo is the only answer for me right now, over time, who knows? And, though Dr. Sweet is very versed on up and coming research, I believe Moores Cancer Center doctors are bound to have access to the latest and greatest treatments prior to Kaiser.
All this considered, it would be very difficult to leave Kaiser, still. Steve and I will weigh all of the pro's and the con's and make this decision very soon. Although, it may seem like I am leaning towards the UCSD system in this post, I digress as there are many other factors to consider that I cannot amply describe here.
Now, what I have decided is that I must turn my focus to doing every thing in my power to promote the health of my liver. My diet is bound to get stricter.....and I will do what ever else I can, too. Blood tests show that my liver function is stable, not perfect but not declining. Keeping it that way is critical to my ability to continue metabolize chemotherapy drugs.
So, yesterday, I was pretty upset. Today, I still am. I am talked out, which I why I wanted to post this morning. However, in order to do so, I really had to dig deep to put the disappointment of yesterday into perspective. What I kept coming back to is that if I worry too much about tomorrow, I miss the special moments of today. I have today. Today is a gift. And my tomorrows....they will keep coming...as much as any of us can know of our tomorrows.
The bottom line is that nothing has changed. I am still here. And I am grateful. And I am blessed.
Friday, August 5, 2011
An Adventure in Raw Foods
As I helped to pack my husband's lunch today, it hit me like a ton of bricks. I am so proud of my husband for his efforts in eating healthy and for his willingness to change his eating habits. For those of you who know Steve, you may be slightly astounded by what makes up his diet of late. For breakfast, I make us eggs with spinach, zucchini, tomatoes and bell pepper, using rice milk instead of regular. We split a piece of Ezikiel toast between the two of us and share a couple of early morning moments together (usually) before he races off to work.
As a teacher with little time to eat during the day, he brings dry, plain oatmeal with a handful of blueberries and a touch of brown sugar to eat at his school's "Nutrition Break". Not originally a fan of blueberries, he now enjoys the flavor that the bursting blueberries add to his oatmeal, after it is cooked in his classroom microwave. At his request, for his lunch, I packed him two small oranges, an apple, an organic yogurt and a Trader Joe's frozen entree. My "meat and potatoes" man is experimenting with healthier foods and vegetables now on a regular basis. And for him, this is a big deal. And I am extremely proud of him.
But now comes our biggest adventure. Raw foods. Yesterday, I met with my absolutely fabulous health coach, Tammy Moretti. (Thanks, Mom and Dad!) I told her that I felt that it was up to me to cure my cancer. As much as I trust and love my oncologist, Dr. Sweet, I do not believe that Kaiser is equipped to cure my cancer. I am exploring other medical options, of course and I will take Dr. Sweet's tremendous knowledge into consideration. However, I believe it is up to me to cure my cancer, through a combination of therapies designed for my mind, body and spirit.
That being said, Tammy recommended a "raw" foods diet for me. We talked about how raw foods could help to aid my body in healing, helping it to function on the highest level possible. Before Tammy made this recommendation, I had researched this possibility and my gut instinct told me that this was my best bet. Truth be told, I am not eating a lot of meat right now. Drawing protein from raw almonds and eggs, I feel good and do not really miss it. While the thought of eating mostly raw foods scares me a bit, I think I can do this.
Tammy challenged me to find a new recipe a week for our Vitamix. She said that my Vitamix and I are going to be best friends. She also reminded me that I should not try to go raw over night but that I should start replacing out meals little by little. Finally, and most importantly, she warned me that my diet was going to be about 90% different than that of the kids. Becoming more of a "short-order" cook in having to prepare two different meals will be hard. However, we talked about how my diet would have a positive influence over theirs over time, which makes me very happy.
And then there is Steve. When I discussed it with him, he lovingly asked, "What do you need from me?" I think he might be trying some of what I eat, but I expect it will be a slower and less complete progression for him. That is more than OK.
So last night, needing eggs and milk, I dragged my incredibly tired self to the Trader Joe's. As I wandered around, I picked out a couple of things that I needed to make raw Hummus. My first raw and Vitamix recipe. They did not have everything I needed...but then again, I have a birthday coming up. I think I can wait until after then to venture out into the raw foods way of life. In the interim, I am going to enjoy cooking eggs for me and Steve in the morning...and have birthday cake on Saturday night and celebrate a new decade with my friends and family.
And if you come to visit me next week...I might just offer you some raw hummus and crackers.
As a teacher with little time to eat during the day, he brings dry, plain oatmeal with a handful of blueberries and a touch of brown sugar to eat at his school's "Nutrition Break". Not originally a fan of blueberries, he now enjoys the flavor that the bursting blueberries add to his oatmeal, after it is cooked in his classroom microwave. At his request, for his lunch, I packed him two small oranges, an apple, an organic yogurt and a Trader Joe's frozen entree. My "meat and potatoes" man is experimenting with healthier foods and vegetables now on a regular basis. And for him, this is a big deal. And I am extremely proud of him.
But now comes our biggest adventure. Raw foods. Yesterday, I met with my absolutely fabulous health coach, Tammy Moretti. (Thanks, Mom and Dad!) I told her that I felt that it was up to me to cure my cancer. As much as I trust and love my oncologist, Dr. Sweet, I do not believe that Kaiser is equipped to cure my cancer. I am exploring other medical options, of course and I will take Dr. Sweet's tremendous knowledge into consideration. However, I believe it is up to me to cure my cancer, through a combination of therapies designed for my mind, body and spirit.
That being said, Tammy recommended a "raw" foods diet for me. We talked about how raw foods could help to aid my body in healing, helping it to function on the highest level possible. Before Tammy made this recommendation, I had researched this possibility and my gut instinct told me that this was my best bet. Truth be told, I am not eating a lot of meat right now. Drawing protein from raw almonds and eggs, I feel good and do not really miss it. While the thought of eating mostly raw foods scares me a bit, I think I can do this.
Tammy challenged me to find a new recipe a week for our Vitamix. She said that my Vitamix and I are going to be best friends. She also reminded me that I should not try to go raw over night but that I should start replacing out meals little by little. Finally, and most importantly, she warned me that my diet was going to be about 90% different than that of the kids. Becoming more of a "short-order" cook in having to prepare two different meals will be hard. However, we talked about how my diet would have a positive influence over theirs over time, which makes me very happy.
And then there is Steve. When I discussed it with him, he lovingly asked, "What do you need from me?" I think he might be trying some of what I eat, but I expect it will be a slower and less complete progression for him. That is more than OK.
So last night, needing eggs and milk, I dragged my incredibly tired self to the Trader Joe's. As I wandered around, I picked out a couple of things that I needed to make raw Hummus. My first raw and Vitamix recipe. They did not have everything I needed...but then again, I have a birthday coming up. I think I can wait until after then to venture out into the raw foods way of life. In the interim, I am going to enjoy cooking eggs for me and Steve in the morning...and have birthday cake on Saturday night and celebrate a new decade with my friends and family.
And if you come to visit me next week...I might just offer you some raw hummus and crackers.
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