The Drudgery

Here's the problem:

1. I cook dinner like a good wife and mother

2. I put the dirty dishes in the sink

3. Said sink is approximately the size of a toaster

4. Sink is so full of dinner dishes that no room is left to actually wash dishes. (To be honest, it has breakfast and lunch dishes as well)

5. Pack dishes into tote, carry tote up the deck stairs, load into MIL's dishwasher . . . 45 minutes later: CLEAN DISHES!

I'm pretty sure that this actually takes more effort than simply washing the dishes as they're dirtied, but for some reason, I feel defeated when I look at a pile/mound/mountain of nasty dishes. Whatever works, right?

Not Fair

Yesterday morning began with a blocked line . . . not a fun way to start your day! We made a quick run into the hospital where, after some serious moments of doubt, Tamara was able to flush the line. Happy day!
Late afternoon found us at the glacier looking for bears, NOT climbing rocks and NOT getting wet in the lake and life NOT being fair. Not fair for Abby because I wouldn't let her do these things so Luke wouldn't feel left out. Not fair for Luke because he shouldn't do those things either. He was infusing at the time so we just tucked his bag into the cargo pocket of his shorts. I thought the line was pretty much invisible, but apparently the line combined with the gauze "sock" covering the port made for some curious stares and even a few comments. Marty heard a "poor little guy"! Poor little guy, yes. But poor little guy, no. It could be so much worse than playing at the glacier on a sunny day with a line in!

Don't Worry About Tomorrow . . .

While the fam is out in the micro-skiff on Auke Lake I'd thought I'd blog a bit about tomorrow.

My Proposed Schedule (If Only!):

6:30 am Wake up, take a shower, drink a cup of coffee, have a moment of quiet while experiencing no stress or worry, simply focusing on The Grand Plan and where I fit in.

7:15 am Wake The Boy, beg him to hush and not wake his sister, get him to down the liquid Valum that Dr. M mercifully prescribed, have him drink his Chocolate B, and the gently break it to him that today is the day he starts IV treatments . . .

7:45 am Jump in the red car, drive to BRH Infusion Therapy, check in and be ready by 8am SHARP! Be greeted by a kind and patient nurse who will then describe our infusion options, choose the best one and get on with it.

8:30 Rejoice that a quick and painless procedure is done and over with, quick infusion. . .Maybe work on "sobering up" TB before his sister sees him :-) Stop by the ER and have a brief but reassuring chat with the doc about infection control procedures for the evening infusions.

All though I know this may not be how it all goes down, I am choosing to be optimistic, open minded, and positive. My prayers are simple: Let this be but a stepping stone away from the unknown, may we be both a presence and a light, may TB be healed completely. Amen.