neartmhoire
Neartmhoire
neartmhoire

We battled cancer for 39 months. Good days, bad days, good treatments, horrible treatments. I also didn’t sleep (still don’t) but unlike you I eat everything but the wallpaper. All I can say is stay strong and love each other.

Thanks. We’ve been at this particular cancer battle for about six months, and with few exceptions I’ve been very confident of a successful outcome. But this week. woof. I don’t know whether it’s coming off of some meds they had me on for MY mono symptoms, or just emotional fatigue. It’s just been BAD. It shouldn’t be!

Sophie sends hugs and love.

No link?

I used to go look at the dog shame website and get sucked in for ages.

I am so sorry. Sending you love & puppy kisses

Sigh. This was my afternoon:

This is Arthur. He’s new in my life and very warm. I think this photo will be sideways... but I am sending so much love.

I’m so sorry. Buster and Sophie send you many snuggles.

Have you been referred to hospice? They are WONDERFUL and helped us a tremendous amount in the last year with our mom.

This is such and awful situation; I’m so sorry. I think you’re husband is right - it’s time to put her in a home. You guys have a baby which is a full time job on its own. She will be well cared for and you will be able to better care for your yourself and your child. You will be able to visit her all the time and

Congratulatory and condolence hugs from me. What a week!

/hug

That was really lovely. I’m so sorry for the loss of your daughter. i can’t imagine and I’m glad your mom was such a fantastic parent.

I’ve never read a more beautiful story that started with a can of creamed corn to the face. Actually it’s only story I’ve read like that. But it’s still beautiful.

I know a lot of Jezzies have experience in this area and I need advice. When did you know it was time to put a loved one with dementia in a nursing home?

With Mother’s Day coming up tomorrow, I just wanted to share the story of when I was eight and my mom threw a can of creamed corn at me in a grocery store. In her defense, she did yell “Here, catch!” as the corn was halfway through its trajectory; just in time for me to look up, ensuring it hit me square in the face.

I feel as though we have been living the plot of some dramatic film for the last few weeks. But all this is true.