I guess I haven’t written lately. I think I just needed time to process everything. I kept thinking about writing, but could never muster up a coherent post while on a computer (which is to say, about 13 hours a day).
The appointment with my RE went well, I think. She upped my dosage of metformin to 2000mg a day, so I’m crossing my fingers that does something. She also gave me provera (after I asked) to induce a period, which started yesterday. I’m not sure why I miss them so much when I don’t have them; they suck. And if we weren’t trying to get me pregnant, I’d be happy with, oh, about 2 a year, just for safety’s sake. Also, she told me that I can move to the next step (Clomid) whenever I want, but would like me to give the upped dosage at least 3-6 months to see how it works, if at all. At this point I’m planning to wait about 3 months, until the first of the year.
My grandmother’s appointment with the team of doctors went okay, all things considering. She’s been officially diagnosed with Stage IV lung cancer that’s metastasized to the mediastic lymph nodes and brain. It’s incurable, and they said that she’s got 9-12 months to live, maybe up to 24 months with treatment. Treatment includes surgery to remove the brain tumor (where all of her symptoms are coming from), radiation to the brain, and chemo/radiation combo for the lung and lymph nodes. The brain surgery is today. In fact, I’m thinking they’re probably cutting into her skull right about now. It gives me the heebie-jeebies and makes me nauseous to think about it.
Work’s been okay. I alternate between being super-productive, or a big lump of worthlessness. It all depends on my mood.
My Mom’s birthday is Sunday, and Paul and I are hosting lunch Sunday for my parents, my grandparents, and maybe my brother. I’m greatly looking forward to having everyone over. My grandparents haven’t seen our new apartment, and now that we have a dining room, it should be much better than Mom’s birthday last year, when we were all (9 of us) crammed in our small living room eating tacos off our laps. This year we’re making lemon roast chicken and gravy, browned butter mashed potatoes, green bean casserole (from scratch!), and corn (for Dad). I’m also making my “famous” Loaded Carrot Cake with cream cheese icing (also from scratch), and some sort of chcocolatey thing (maybe pots de chocolate?) for Dad and Paul, who don’t like carrot cake. I was also thinking I would make a couple raspberry pies, one for Paul and me (it’s my favorite) and one to send home with Grammy (her favorite, too). Hey, maybe I’ll post my recipes!
I’ve been on a soup-making bend lately. Vats of home-made chicken stock. Chicken noodle made from leftovers. Creamy tomato soup from scratch. Pantry Mexican soup. Next is chili. They all get packaged into individual servings and stuck in the freezer for lunches. Maybe I’ll post those recipes too. Can you tell I tend to cook when stressed?
