Dawn Brocco's Life & Design Blog

Off to the chemo doc this morning to get this port flushed. I am hoping beyond hope that the extra cash we're giving to any agent, who gets us a signed contract by Jan. 30th, will finally get us a buyer, so I can schedule the removal of this port.

It's like an umbilical cord, that keeps me tethered to the chemo doc's office, feeding his till and his need to be overly cautious. As if he thinks I'll *ever* agree to have chemo again. They'd have to find me first.

Almost got that bad sleeve reknit. Then will tackle EZ's set-in sleeve but not. I want a square set-in sleeve, not a shaped set-in sleeve, so have read through her directions in Spun Out #21 (orig. WG #12, March 75), and will edit out parts of the shaping to end up with what I want. Hopefully!

I whizzed along on it, whilst singing and dancing to Mamma Mia! last night on the tube. Which apparently was too much excitement for me, as I was then all tuckered out and headachy. These damn diuretics. And I had 9 Klor Con yesterday, 3 more than my usual, as my energy has been low the past few days, but this bod just ain't well yet. I know I'm a slow healer, but this is tedious.

I know some (not naming any names - wink) might say it's Encrouching Old Age, but one doesn't go from spiffy quick and capable to a pile of goo overnight, when growing old. Decrepitude usually creeps up on people. I feel like I've been stopped in my tracks. I keep wanting to get the engine to rev up and roar up the track and it keeps sputtering and spitting out clouds of soot!