Sometimes You Just Have to Ride Things Out

Irene rolled through here during the last half of yesterday and over night. As I’m typing this, the rain is lessening outside and emails from friends checking in are coming in. Two natural disasters in one week (the earthquake and the storm) reminded me that sometimes all you can do is make the necessary preparations ahead of time and then ride it out.

pen stand.
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Speaking of riding things out, school starts for me on Wednesday. This will be my third (and last) fall semester and most of my summer to do list didn’t get done. Instead, I’ll spend the next few days and weeks making the necessary preparations (cleaning house, doing laundry, sleeping) so that when project start becoming due, all I have to do is work on them and ride it out.


Lots going on. New dishwasher. Lymphoma relapse with the dog. Here’s a convo I had with a friend today. I’m blessed to have her (and other close friends) in my life.

1:44 PM me: got a minute?

1:46 PM Friend: I do. What’s up?

1:47 PM me: i’m struggling with the concept of being completely over having a dog, while at the same time not wanting Lucky to die too soon/painfully/as a result of our choosing to discontinue treatment/from old age

1:48 PM quite the conundrum

Friend: Did you go back to the vet today or is that yet to come?

me: just saying/typing it makes me feel better though

1:49 PM talked to oncologist on phone thurs. took him in for another “let’s try to starve the cancer, but this isn’t chemo” elspar treatment Friday, and he goes back for re-eval/possible new chemo drug this friday

1:50 PM so…no real new news yet

1:51 PM Friend: I was actually talking about this sort of situation with some friends this weekend b/c one girls parents just lost a dog to kidney failure.

me: i feel like it’s a damned if I do, damned if I don’t situation

1:52 PM Friend: And they simply didn’t try to treat it at all because even though the treatment might have made Shandy feel better, the idea of taking her in for regular treatments that she wouldn’t understand was where they saw her quality of life failing. I think the stress of treatments even if they do make the animal feel physically better is not always taken into consideration.

me: i agree with that

1:54 PM i love lucky, but am ready to move on…

 …but also know that [husband] isn’t in the same place

 and that i may change my mind in 2 hours

Friend: It’s hard. It’s not unlike aging people. He’s not going to be the same Lucky..

me: you’re right. he’s close, but still not quite teh same

1:56 PM Friend: I don’t know how much of my opinion you want or you just want to vent…

1:57 PM me: unfortch, we’ve defined quaility of life as two things Labs excel at despite being sick/old: eagerness to eat and excitedness to see us

 i value your opinion. I wouldn’t have gone down this road if I didn’t want to know what you thought

1:58 PM Friend: I think you owe it to [husband] to do what you guys can. And he owes it to you to understand that what you can do with both of you there may be beyond you when he’s off [doing work stuff].

1:59 PM And it sounds like you may need to reevaluate how you measure quality of life. Animals are often good at masking things, but as they decline they become less so.

2:00 PM The oncologist might be able to tell you what indicators you should be looking for to gauge how he is doing. I would assume s/he’s got more experience with what you’re coming up to than you guys do, and s/he should be willing to share it.

2:01 PM me: he has and at our initial appointment, he stated that eagerness to eat and excitedness to see us are good QOL indicators and that they are problematic with labs in particular. i’ll make a note to ask him again on friday

2:02 PM thank you. i think [hubs] and I are both clinging to status quo (or at least trying to maintain) because we know how difficult the next 18 mos are going to be.

 this too, shall pass

2:03 PM ok. i should prolly get back to work.

 thank you again.

Friend: Yeah, that’s a lot of change coming up, but it’s all for the good in the long run. You’ll be ok.

 Any time, dear. Online or in person, I’m here 🙂

2:04 PM me: Thank you!!!

 chat with you soon

The Saga Continues

The newest dishwasher was too big. (The backstory is here.)

...and the newest dishwasher doesn't fit either. $#&@€%¢¿°©!!!!!!!
Melissa Coursey Hess

Installation was scheduled for between noon and 3:00 PM yesterday. At about 12:45 PM, I left for the gym as I was too antsy to wait. When I arrived back home about an hour later, husband was standing on our patio with a beer and cigar. He said the newest dishwasher was still too big and that we’d have to drop down to an 18″ dishwasher. Good thing we saved the extra slats from when we renovated our kitchen two years ago.

I ended up joining him on the patio and we had a wonderful afternoon.

Saturday afternoon, post-gym, sitting on patio, drinking Duvel, smoking a Romeo y Julieta, & reading Game of Thrones. Good Times!
Melissa Coursey Hess

The part I can’t figure out was how our old dishwasher fit to begin with. I suspect they put it into place and squeezed the cabinets in around it. We really should have just paid to fix the old one…

Instead, we’ll go to the store today and purchase the 18″ one and will continue handwashing dishes in the interim.

Oh, the joys of home ownership