Letter to the Public, and other things

Dear Reading Audience:

Please help. I've been trapped by a sick, whiny 3 year old, a screeching 10 month old, and a husband who's going through chemo. I'm doing okay but we have barely any bread or milk left even though I went to the store yesterday. They are torturing me by making me watch "Go, Diego, Go!" and "Angelina Ballerina" in a continuous loop. The big hairy one decides he doesn't like what I'm cooking for dinner after I've finished cooking it. The little girl threw up. And the little one poops in his pants, and I swear it, he giggles afterward.

Please send wine. Preferably red. Not too light, though. Something heavy - like a cabernet sauvignon that's enough to make my cheeks pucker.

Yours in captivity,
Kate

Just kidding. Well, sort of.

Jim started his new chemo regimen yesterday. He got sick last night, but that seemed to push him past a milestone - he's better today and he said that he actually has more energy than normal. With this new chemo regimen he's going to have to go in for a shot of something that boosts his white blood cell count on the Thursday after chemo.

We are both confident that "this is the one" - this chemo regimen is going to help Jim kick out the cancer for good.

Jim receives Cryoablation on Wednesday, April 4.

Uh-oh. I think they've discovered that I'm communicating with the outside world. They just caught me with the computer open. I'm doing better than my posts actually suggest, but God help me, it's back to Angelina Ballerina.