Wednesday, April 20, 2016

April 1st

In the interim of posting about health crisis, it occurs to me that I never posted about HOW I GOT MARRIED on April 1st. And it was not a joke. Steve's the best ever, because he went along with my date without batting an eye.

We'd been planning an outdoor wedding at a friend's house, but the closer we got to the date, the more obvious it became that I wasn't well enough to be discharged, so Judy enlisted the help of the hospital chaplain in securing the hospital chapel.

We were married between 10 and 10:30, on a beautiful Friday morning. I was drugged out of my mind, and weak beyond words, but it was the happiest day of my life. Not only because I was marrying the kindest, most compassionate, best man I've ever known, but also because I was able to look out and see the faces of so many friends and loved ones from so many chapters of my life. That, especially in current circumstances, has been such a blessing. I love my people.

I love my Steve.

Here are a few pics from the happy day.

Saturday, April 16, 2016

What's new

It's not a big secret that I've been not writing here as often as I used do, and trust me,  I know that I have some catching up to do. But first and foremost, let me explain that my hospital stay drug or for two weeks. I was sent home on April 2nd. Since then, I've been trying - with little to no avail - to rest up and build my energy levels. I was diagnosed with c-diff in the hospital, and the incessant diarrhea has been a real treat to deal with. On top of the c-diff, I've been vomiting at all hours of the day and night. Not being able to keep food in me has brought me to a whole new level of fatigue.

Steve and I spent most of our day in the er yesterday, having tests run to see if we could figure out why I keep vomiting. It appears that the day has come that the growth of the tumor is interfering with my digestive process. Some nutrients are still getting through, and as long as they do, I can live like this. But when the nutrients stop sneaking by, this tumor will kill me. Gulp.

That said, it was May 2015 when I was given 3-6 months. And it's been quite a year. I've done things I never would have imagined I'd so, and I've gone on adventures that I wouldn't have thought possible. Maybe there's one more miracle left, and this isn't curtains. ("Lacy, gently wafting curtains") Fingers crossed!