My leukemia's back.

[Alaskan]

Bunny, There were cupcakes, so it was a party. A smaller party is still a party, and probably not as overwhelming for her as a big one. Just so it lifted her spirits, which it sounds like it did. I'm not much of a shutterbug either.

X2

Exactly.

 

[sourland]

@Bunnylady , love your mother's comment to your son. That's exactly the sort of thing my Mom would say.

 

[Cynthia12]

Ha!

12 from this hen

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And this girl was on eggs of 2 different ages so the 5 eggs that need maybe 4 more days are in the incubator, 3 hatched already.

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And it turns out that a few more hens were incubating too! Hatching from today to 2 weeks from now.

Love this girl! Very pretty.

 

[Cynthia12]

Bunny....

 

[Bunnylady]

DS and I drove up to see Mom yesterday. As my brother said, the room, though institutional, is big (the bathroom alone is as big as the room she was in on the cardiac floor).

Partly because of the meds they have her on (and, I suspect, partly because of the meds she is no longer on), Mom is a lot more lucid. Her head is clearer, her speech is clearer; she's talking in complete sentences (to the point that the nurses are telling her not to talk so much that she gets herself out of breath). She has lost the bloated look that I think was a side effect of the steroids being used to combat the pulmonary fibrosis.

Physically, she feels better. Since we are no longer combating the cancer and fibrosis, it is anybody's guess how long that will last. Mentally, she is dealing with a lot of frustration. She can't do anything, she can't even plan anything, because she has no idea whether she will be here from one moment to the next. For an intelligent, organized, independent person, that is hard.

Yesterday, a neighbor brought her some spaghetti from a restaurant. Since my older brother and I and my son were there, Mom thought it would be nice if we could share a meal as a family, so she asked the neighbor if she could bring enough for all of us (which she seemed delighted to do). My older brother left without eating (he has digestive issues that make spicy food a no-no before a long drive; we all thought he was going to spend the night, but he didn't). My younger brother was at the house (Mom doesn't want to be left alone, and he was resting up and preparing to take the night shift). Somehow, everyone thought he was en route; nobody thought to tell him about the spaghetti until I finally sent him a text to ask if he'd heard about it. By the time he arrived, it was getting cold (thank the Lord for microwaves!) Mom asked him if he'd like some spaghetti, when he said yes, she said, "that's good, since I went to so much trouble to make it for you." We get a D- on communication for that fiasco. Afterward, Mom said she was suddenly having doubts about the biblical Last Supper . . . if it was this difficult to get 6 adults to sit down and eat together, it must have been nearly impossible with 13.

 

[Blooie]

DS and I drove up to see Mom yesterday. As my brother said, the room, though institutional, is big (the bathroom alone is as big as the room she was in on the cardiac floor).

Partly because of the meds they have her on (and, I suspect, partly because of the meds she is no longer on), Mom is a lot more lucid. Her head is clearer, her speech is clearer; she's talking in complete sentences (to the point that the nurses are telling her not to talk so much that she gets herself out of breath). She has lost the bloated look that I think was a side effect of the steroids being used to combat the pulmonary fibrosis.

Physically, she feels better. Since we are no longer combating the cancer and fibrosis, it is anybody's guess how long that will last. Mentally, she is dealing with a lot of frustration. She can't do anything, she can't even plan anything, because she has no idea whether she will be here from one moment to the next. For an intelligent, organized, independent person, that is hard.

Yesterday, a neighbor brought her some spaghetti from a restaurant. Since my older brother and I and my son were there, Mom thought it would be nice if we could share a meal as a family, so she asked the neighbor if she could bring enough for all of us (which she seemed delighted to do). My older brother left without eating (he has digestive issues that make spicy food a no-no before a long drive; we all thought he was going to spend the night, but he didn't). My younger brother was at the house (Mom doesn't want to be left alone, and he was resting up and preparing to take the night shift). Somehow, everyone thought he was en route; nobody thought to tell him about the spaghetti until I finally sent him a text to ask if he'd heard about it. By the time he arrived, it was getting cold (thank the Lord for microwaves!) Mom asked him if he'd like some spaghetti, when he said yes, she said, "that's good, since I went to so much trouble to make it for you." We get a D- on communication for that fiasco. Afterward, Mom said she was suddenly having doubts about the biblical Last Supper . . . if it was this difficult to get 6 adults to sit down and eat together, it must have been nearly impossible with 13.

Gotta love it!!!! So glad she’s looks so much better and still has her sense of humor!!

 

[Blooie]

It’s a little hard to be intimidated by a big dog sporting a Mohawk.

 

[drumstick diva]

Nope, still feel intimidated -

 

[wyoDreamer]

@Blooie Love the picture. But, yah, I don't care if you died her pink - Fiona will still be intimidating when she is stnading there looking over her fence...

Try being intimidated by a 120 pound German Shepherd with a big red squeaky ball in his mouth. Gus has started to run to the fence and squeak his ball at the ATVers instead of barking or sometimes when he is barking, lol.

 

[Cynthia12]

DS and I drove up to see Mom yesterday. As my brother said, the room, though institutional, is big (the bathroom alone is as big as the room she was in on the cardiac floor).

Partly because of the meds they have her on (and, I suspect, partly because of the meds she is no longer on), Mom is a lot more lucid. Her head is clearer, her speech is clearer; she's talking in complete sentences (to the point that the nurses are telling her not to talk so much that she gets herself out of breath). She has lost the bloated look that I think was a side effect of the steroids being used to combat the pulmonary fibrosis.

Physically, she feels better. Since we are no longer combating the cancer and fibrosis, it is anybody's guess how long that will last. Mentally, she is dealing with a lot of frustration. She can't do anything, she can't even plan anything, because she has no idea whether she will be here from one moment to the next. For an intelligent, organized, independent person, that is hard.

Yesterday, a neighbor brought her some spaghetti from a restaurant. Since my older brother and I and my son were there, Mom thought it would be nice if we could share a meal as a family, so she asked the neighbor if she could bring enough for all of us (which she seemed delighted to do). My older brother left without eating (he has digestive issues that make spicy food a no-no before a long drive; we all thought he was going to spend the night, but he didn't). My younger brother was at the house (Mom doesn't want to be left alone, and he was resting up and preparing to take the night shift). Somehow, everyone thought he was en route; nobody thought to tell him about the spaghetti until I finally sent him a text to ask if he'd heard about it. By the time he arrived, it was getting cold (thank the Lord for microwaves!) Mom asked him if he'd like some spaghetti, when he said yes, she said, "that's good, since I went to so much trouble to make it for you." We get a D- on communication for that fiasco. Afterward, Mom said she was suddenly having doubts about the biblical Last Supper . . . if it was this difficult to get 6 adults to sit down and eat together, it must have been nearly impossible with 13.

So happy for her! And you. Communication! It's great to hear she has humor through it all. .