I managed to escape that grocery where they take your whole pay check with just milk, sushi and the pie that I went in for. The blueberry crumb pie is devine and worth every cent of the six dollar price tag.
It's been a year since my cancer therapy started. I was feeling discouraged after an MRI revealed dead tissue in my hips, and I started crying in chemo camp. My nurse asked me if the pain was making me tear up. "A little,". I told him, "Mostly I feel sorry for myself." Actually, I felt as though I was disintegrating. He handed me a box of tissues and cooing told me no one likes cancer and I have been doing so well tolerating the treatments. He gave me blankets and my pain meds. Presently the junior physician came in to offer antidepressants, anxiety medicine or some one to talk to. I declined but said I would keep it in mind. Then the head doctor popped in, assured my of my progress and made the same offers. Anything I may need. I declined again but looked up at the three of them from my chair. They had such focus. I started sniffing again and looked away, touched and slightly embarrassed. Such caring people. I can't leave it like this. I need something but I don't know what.
The night before last, the electricity in the house started acting up. The baseboard heaters in the back of the house would not turn on. My room was so cold I woke up with numb feet. The clothes dryer spun but did not heat. The dishwasher would not drain. Before we moved the bedding to the warm part of he house, hubby called the utility and they came out to find a wire loose from the pole behind the house and fixed it, even the dim bulbs which worried me so much. All this exhausted me and the restored warmth put me to sleep early.