Today was not a bed of roses

For any of you who know me, I rarely sew after 5 PM or 6PM, but here I am, finishing up this baby quilt at 9:30 PM. I rather like the way it turned out, and I have the bindings cut, sewn and pressed, waiting for the time it is quilted. It's about 58" square, and it will make a nice crib size quilt for some baby in the future. And, it will be nice to have one on the shelf, waiting. The backing still needs to be made, but that will take up some more mindless sewing tonight. Why am I still at the sewing machine?

Well, that good looking guy in the previous post is back in the hospital again! It took me two days to talk him into going to see his doc today, and he argued with me all the way! I know he's tired of always being sick, but ignoring it doesn't make it any better, does it?

I thought he had done way too much out in the yard over the last three days. It's been in the 90's here, and the humidity is so very high. It put me on my butt, I can tell you, and he just doesn't have any reserves for that. He is down to about 120 lbs now, and gets dehydrated so easily. It doesn't really matter how much he drinks, his problem is absorption. I love it that he is so stubborn and works his way through and past pain, but that's the problem, too. He is so stubborn, he won't admit he can't and shouldn't do many of the things he does, or maybe not so MUCH of them! Sheesh!

And to add insult to injury, while I was admitting him in the hospital, I had my cell phone turned off. After I got home around 6PM, I found a message from my mom's oncology clinic telling me she needed two blood transfusions! I need to get her to the same hospital as Hubby by 7:30 AM tomorrow morning for that procedure. I don't know whether they'll keep her or not, but I am planning on spending a good part of the day tomorrow reading my back issues of the newspapers and some quilting magazines. I doubt that I could concentrate on any handwork right now, so I am not even going to try!

My mom has peritoneal cancer of an ovarian source (she had a hysterectomy 10 years ago), which was discovered two Novembers ago when she had her gall bladder removed. Because she has no ovaries, the cancer is all over the inside of her abdominal cavity. Treatment for an 84 year old woman with diabetes is very different than for younger ladies. She gets a lighter dose of the same chemotherapy, but spread out 4-6 weeks. She has tolerated it well, but the last couple of treatments have been harder for her, and now her blood count has really taken a dive. It is supposed to help relieve her of the worst of the symptoms, which it has, and make her good days better, and her bad days less bad. I just wonder how much longer they will even offer her this course of "treatment". She's been a real trooper, and quite an inspiration for me. Here she is the past Christmas with our Mr. Blue Eyes (just like Grandma Izzy!).