Again.

The second surgery to try to free up my lung went a lot smoother then the first. I woke up in recovery and was able to go home. I am still quite the popular girl there though; everyone seems to know who I am. It seems to be working and I am breathing better. The chemo has started again. Not as wicked as the first, yet with its own unique difficulties. I have dropped way to much weight. It is disappointing because I was doing so good. Yesterday was the day I was first diagnosed a year ago. I expected this to be a much happier time in my life then it is.

My husband believes he needs nothing. I on the other hand believe it is my job to support the economy with my shopping. I actually have a room in the basement that was full of new items that I could grab and gift at a moments notice. The problem is as my kids grew up the grabing and gifting dimished, but the stuff remained. I have spent weekends giving carloads of stuff to friends who are lucky enough to have kids under the age of 10. I used to be emotionally attached to the stuff - now I am not. My husband is estatic. It was like Christmas. Blame lending practices for the bad economy- I know it happened because I got sick.