It's noon on Monday, and I'm watching the news, and truly wanting to be at work today. Except I'm not. I told Enola that I was gong, and she was against it. But she's not the boss of me. And then I called Vandella and told her I was going in and she was also against it. And since she is the boss of me, I'm home. And I honestly have to say that it's a good thing that someone smarter than I am is in charge, because staying home today was a very good idea. I thought I would be feeling very good, and ready to et up early, drive in, and be a productive member of society today. I was wrong on all counts. As y'all know, on Thursday, I was prepped for some hefty surgery, and then the plan changed, but I'd already been given enough anesthesia to kill a horse, apparently. And the effects are still with me. I am still moving slowly and I get light-headed (I'd say "dizzy" but some may wonder how that's different from any other day). The couch in front of the TV is still my best friend. So maybe tomorrow I'll get to go to work.

I AM feeling somewhat better every day; I just thought that I'd be feeling MUCH better by this time. I guess that's what I get for thinking! It's funny (once again, not funny, what I mean is annoying and irritating) that I'm still so fatigued; just getting a shower is exhausting. I'm trying to rest and not talk much and those two things alone may just do me in! Talking is hard, and talking on the phone is hardest, so if you call, don't be surprised to get my machine or someone else saying that I just can't talk right then. I LOVE hearing from people and I am SO grateful that so many people care, but talking just wears me out. (I swear, if the talking doesn't kill me the not-talking might!)

Tomorrow is the appointment with the oncologist, when I get to learn all about my chemo: the when and how much and how often. I don't want to go. It's one more thing on the list that's already too long, with more stuff to remember. Oh, I'll go, and listen real hard and take notes--I just don't want to. And Thursday is the appointment with the surgeon again, and I'm hoping that he'll take the stitches out of my neck from the mediastenoscopy. Don't worry, the stitches are covered by a band-aid, so they are not visible. Much.

So that's today's scoop. I have plenty of food (yes, I'm eating--had pie AND ice cream yesterday) and I don't need anything at all. I had a very good friend offer me a stunt double the other day, and I may take her up on that. I'm still taking Motrin and Tylenol 'round the clock --still have the original sore throat--and they work pretty well.

Thanks for being here. I truly appreciate the care and the generosity of those around me. I feel as though I have a soft place to fall, and then people to help me up.  ¶ 9:53 AM