I've shared a little with the blogging world about having cancer and how it has changed my daily life. People feel sorry for me and want to hug me all the time. I am not a hugger. One social worker asked what were the best and worst things about having cancer. I said the worst was being hugged all the time. The best, if you'd like to know, is that I will never go through menopause; everything just stopped working.What I haven't written about is the wear and tear my illness has had on my family and THEIR daily lives. I am single with no children. That is good for me, because I don't have to worry about caring for a household when I am sick. However, it also means I live alone, which worries people when one is sick. My parents live 2 hours away, and my younger sister, my only sibling, lives 15 minutes away. That's great for me, right? Not so much for her! She has a husband, kids, dog and house to take care of! When you have a child, you know you are signing on for life. When you're born a sibling, it gets shoved on you.
I am very lucky that my sister, K, is usually available to go with me to appointments, run errands, and generally help me when needed. But that's not her job, she just does it because that's what family does. It's important to have someone with the patient at the "big" appointments where test results are explained, but for regular appointments I go alone. Oncology appointments can take all day, and she has kids coming home from school.My BIL's life is also effected by my illness. He has taken days off work when we needed to be at the hospital all day, rearranged meetings so he can be home to put kids on the bus or off, run out for food, all those good things. For a workaholic like him, this is HUGE! I appreciate so much what they both do for me. I've also invaded their home a number of times, coming to stay during potential big snowstorms, when I was let out of the hospital but the doctors said I couldn't be alone, etc. This means that my niece gives up her room, everything has to be cleaned top to bottom, and no one can use the same bathroom I use. So it's a lot on a family
with young children.
Even though my parents are two hours away, they are here as soon as I need them, day or night. With their wildman dog, by the way! They have been financially and emotionally supportive through all of this, which I know is hard on them at their age, especially my mother who is primary caregiver to my dad (You may know him as the Hoarder from other posts!) who has many mobility and health issues.Family, extended family, friends who treat you like family are all so important when you are really ill. I do what I can to show my appreciation, having the family to dinner, taking the kids for sleepovers so the parents can have a romantic evening, things like that! I also know that I would do the exact same thing if situations were reversed. I can't understand families that don't speak to each other or celebrate holidays, etc. We're not perfect, we're the loudest, fighting-est, disagreeing-est family around. But we know we're a family and that's the way it is, to quote Walter Cronkite!Appreciate your caregivers, and if YOU are the caregiver, remember to take care of yourself first or you can't take care of anyone else!



Because Ogunquit is so tiny, visitors who desperately need Dunkin' Donuts, McDonald's, or Dairy Queen can zip 10 minutes north to Wells. For those of us who enjoy a time with no neon or familiar logos, we stay in the village.





To win this cute basket, all you have to do is leave a comment on this post, with your email address, or some other way I can contact you if you win. On Saturday, May 31 I will put everyone's names into one of my many hats and select one to be the recipient. Unfortunately, I can only ship to US residents.

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I enjoy reading books in a series because I know what to expect from the characters. Some series have well-developed characters that grow and change with their life experiences, which is true of both these book series. I like that Mma. Ramotswe, the main character of Mr. Smith's book stays true to her traditional African values, while being accepting of a modern life for those around her. I enjoy the discussions and challenges between Sherlock Holmes and Mary Russell, the way Holmes learns to trust and respect the intelligence of a young girl, and how Mary grows into an adult throughout the books.







Here is the official hoarder, circa 1986, in his lair!


This view is taken from the doorway. I have 2 great plastic-top folding tables, which I can always use elsewhere, and can't be destroyed. I keep them in an "L" configuration so one is my workspace and one is my supply space when I am doing projects. If I have friends scrapping with me, or the kids doing crafts there is room for about 5 people. For those who care, that is a fine-whale corduroy roman shade in a deep red. The walls are Behr "cup of cocoa".
Straight into the room is my computer corner, which I plan to move so I can see the TV from the computer. I use the bottom wall shelf as my catch-all for things that I am working on at the computer. I also need to put in another support bar for the shelves because my things are heavier than I thought. These shelves are 4' long.

