Awesomesauce i get to have macho night with wash tonight! . . . Bringing in the cat sir boom boom

Starbuck: Good Morning Sir.
Admiral Adama: Good Morning Starbuck, What do you hear?
Starbuck: Nothin' but the rain..
Admiral Adama: Grab the gun and bring in the cat!
Starbuck: Boom boom boom...

And the Good

I don't think my day got better yesterday until I saw Wash in the pm.
BUT.... I was able to get to 6 things as opposed to only finding 3.

1. WASH IS DRIVING AGAIN!!!!! Dr's gave him the all clear and he felt comfortable yesterday doing it, and I think he's taking the car again today.

2. I slept a full 8 hours. Blessings.

3. We got our notification from SSI at last saying they now believe that Wash is disabled and dying so we should start to get regular funds in March! Huzzah!

4. Volunteering pays off. I put a call into my city councilman's office who I helped to campaign for and now the city is putting us on programs to get our utilities paid and half our rent each month too. Blessings.

5. I had a 10 minute long conversation with my mother yesterday that was PLEASANT. No fighting, she called, and just listened to me. Wonderful.

6. It's currently raining again. This isn't from yesterday but it still makes me happy.

7. Wash ate a whole half pizza by himself and slept through the whole night no nausea!!! That deserves a fracking happy dance.

I am going to go give a prayer of Thanks now. Because I can at least for now see the things to be happy to live for.

Bad days

My docs keep adjusting my meds, so I've been feeling more fucked up lately.
Yesterday was a very bad day.

There was nothing specific really to spark it per se, but I had the depression hit mid afternoon and it hit hard. I came home, Wash said something to me- most likely "hello" or something I don't even remember but it set me off to crying and bed.
I went and stayed there til almost ten pm. Not really sleeping, or always crying, just trying to not exist.

I have been feeling very confused and lost lately. I don't know who I am anymore.
I don't have a future- a career, a degree yet if ever, my old love now makes me sick (forensic anthropology) , we have no children and I lost the only one we could have had- aside from bringing home some money and driving him everywhere what am I here for?
I don't have an answer anymore. Wash wants me to talk to my therapist and psychologist about this.
When we married it became Our Life. When he got sick, We got cancer. But- the horrid thing is this will take him first- and I can't go. What's left for me here?

I passed out after 1:30. Woke every hour til 4-5ish, then finally got up so I wouldn't keep waking Wash up.
Aelphie slept with me yesterday / last night. She used to do that all the time as a kitten then over the last few years she seems to only do it when I really need comfort. The Egyptians and the very old religions would say that cats were guides sent from Anubis in the underworld to guide the souls safely down. I can get that.
There's something to me about her green eyes, soft fur, purr, and smell, that just hypnotizes me in a way to a calmer state. I remember more things when she is around, I remember me.

I prayed last night. Honestly prayed- one of the few times in my life so far.
Praying for strength today too.
I am so scared about the future. Pray for that too, Tash.

Burns

Well, there's still a second degree burn on my thumb but it's down to an area about the size of a dime, so I can use my hand again mostly.

Yays.

Got Wash a MedAlert tag yesterday. Should get it in the mail next week- I got a year of coverage. Basically if something happens to him and he can't talk or there is no one with him this has his medical info and a contact number that will reach me and his doctors to access his medical files.

I feel TONS better knowing soon he will have this.

This will also be a busy social week for me. *sigh* I'm scared. Lots of people.

Tuesday night is dinner with my cousin- and two other couples we don't know. Thursday is my brother coming over for dinner [unless he bails again]

Thursday lunch I meet up with one of Wash's friends to just talk.

Friday I have a psych eval and then that night we are doing dinner with another couple we met who live in our neighbourhood. They are games people too. 

It's a lot- for me. I'm also getting way way way exhausted from being the chauffer all the time. Wash is ok to drive again if he feels ok, but so far has not. Maybe he's scared? 

Still busy fighting government entities for money so neither of us, you know, die. 

My next issue to battle is my insomnia. It's getting worse. At least the night terrors have mostly gone away for now, but I'm not getting to sleep until after midnight or 1am now and I'm still waking up between 3-5 am almost every day. It sucks.

3 hours left in my busy day today.

I want to go home and play a game with my husband tonight. 

Sad thought of the day- what happens when his smell is finally washed off the last of our shared clothes? 

I also really actually prayed yesterday. I'm still not sure how I feel about it.

Learning

And come the end of the day, no matter how emotionally trying it was, I love my husband, he loves me and we were blessed to have one more day together. I am thankful.

stay in love

typing with one hand now- big power storm last night, lost power- thought the rain and wind might take us away!
i set up various candles in one room so we could at least play cards or something together and ended up giving myself a nasty 2nd degree burn on my thumb/palm.
the kind with nasty big blisters? yea, that bad.

this is going to make things interesting today for sure.

yesterday was the first day my medication seemed to be adjusted to me and worked "all day" with no crashes in energy or emotion.
i do it for him.


AND WE HAVE FOUR WHOLE WEEKS WITH NO CHEMO OR RADIATION!!! WH00T!!
Try and make the best of them.

Forest? Trees? Kettle? Pot?

There is so much to get out, to write, to say.
Can't do it all in one go.

Right now, I am most angry that the family and friends we need MOST right now - they are all fighting with me, or him and me or infighting right now.
Why? Because they all know the best care for Wash.

.... except for something.
No one has asked my husband what he wants. How he wants the rest of his life to go. Where he wants to live. With whom. Doing or not doing as he pleases.
Wait, they did ask once. And then promptly ignored his answer and tried to impose their own will over him.

Funny.... the way I see it Wash's opinion is the only one that matters. He is the terminal cancer patient- not the other way around.

When I married my husband I swore to love, honour, and respect him. Even if I don't like how he wants to spend his last days, it is his fucking decision not up to anyone else.
And his medical care? How many times he goes through treatment?
Well that's up to him too.

Wash is still a person- a living human being who deserves to have his voice listened to and his wishes respected.
Goddamn. I wish some people in their 30s/50s/60s would do well to grow the fuck up.

This is beyond wrong.

Shit on the Fan

So learned today we are no longer receiving financial support for us to live. It is the 19th of the month and I have no idea how rent will be paid.

Social Security and Disability won't start til March if then.

I have no idea what to do.

Someone help me. Please. I am 23 taking care of my disabled 25 year old husband with terminal cancer.

What am I supposed to do here?

So they fraked up and yet again on one to see me for two weeks wow it seems i can only get help if kevin was already dead or i was on my way there godsdamn

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Last night was all kinds of wonderful.
Just him and me, spending time together, enjoying being around him and having fun. Last night, just for a night we beat the Cancer. It didn't come into play, it was forgotton- banished from our time together.

I think we are gonna have to start doing this once a week or so.
I've also been having worse night terrors lately, but oddly sleeping more hours- say 7 instead of my normal 4 per night.
I wake up next to him and everything is ok. He was wheezing in his sleep last night- I wonder if that's a chemo side effect?
He hasn't been feeling as nauseated lately though which is wonderful. However, since he's been off the steroids for a few days now his appetite is slowing down. He is still eating a bunch of small meals / snacks in the day but instead of cleaning his plate as it were, there's always some left over now. I'm a bit worried- need to watch his weight more.

Today is the 3rd day to go in Radiation. Then, he has almost a whole month to just rest and recover.
I'm working as much as I can and am trying hard to save up so I can take him up to Sedona for a weekend. Just us, the good air and red rocks no poison for his body. I want to make that happen.
His parents will be back in town in a few days for his "Discharge Dr Day" next Tues when we get his orders on what to do next after finishing treatment.
This round. See, with GBM it's a "when" it comes back, when a new tumour grows- not an if.
But...

I am going to live with him as best I can, as happily as I can. I deserve that for myself as well- and he does too.

My father-in-law redid our backyard this week while he was here- it's fricking gorgeous now. I'm going to be planting more mint I bought this week in the garden- still no freeze, and I harvested carrotts, tomatoes, and a bell pepper yesterday. There are a bunch of spicy peppers that are red/ purple and should be ready to pick in the next few days as well. Wash is also planning on talking to his dad to build a higher level addition to the garden [maybe as my anniversary gift for this year? I see a theme going] so I can do corn again this summer, and squash and pumpkins and potatoes- things that need deeper soil.

Today WILL be a good day.

I love my husband i love still dating him and i love how his kisses still feel as toe tingling as our first date . . .

I have an actual date with my husband tonight Awesomesauce we had a great talk last night and i have hope again i prayed. . . I prayed and it helped

Just grab the shit end of the stick and smile godsdamn it tashi

Catch 69? [at both ends]

It's all about smiles and telling everyone I am fine now.
This was made very clear to me last night.
His are the only feelings that matter at all. I am not allowed to have negative feelings- which are all I have these days.
So, no feelings or emotions for Tashi.

I can't be upset, that's being a bad wife. I can't be resentful of anything as that's being a bad wife. I can't do it all, or even do parts right according to his "night of hard truths" but I'm not allowed to feel like I have failed, even when people tell me I have.

I slept alone last night.

He says he did not sleep much either. But, his lack of sleep is directly my fault as he can't sleep without me now he says. So, I have to stay unhappy and uncomfortable all night with a smile on face now too.

At least UC get paid for this kind of immersion work. I just get to watch my losses mount up.

He still doesn't understand that though "we" are infertile now as a couple, it's only me who is feeling it.
I am being asked at 23 to give up ever having any kind of modern, free, or happy life- and I MUST be great-full for it too!

I really have no idea how to get through the next hour or to-day.

so low

I started feeling really bad around lunchtime today. The on/off happiness I had been feeling the last couple days in the weekend just gone, and slammed with just horrid depressive feelings.
I cried in my car for 10 minutes before I drove home.
I stopped a block away, parked, and cried steadily for a half hour before I could go home.

I stopped feeling like a person.
I feel like a "something".
Not allowed feelings, or deep thoughts. Questioning thoughts.
It's literally always about him now, but if I resent that in any way I am horrid myself. He's dying, so I am not allowed to feel this. Only Wash. Tash just watches and cries.

Said today one of the reasons he called his dad to come down and help is that I can't take care of him well enough to make sure he has the basics- like water. Tap doesn't taste as great if I can't get the 5 gal refilled every two days like I used to, I agree. However, I see this as still having water- a basic. He did not.
So if anything happens to him, again, it's my fault.

I either cry uncontrollably or detach hard from myself- which gets harder and harder to put back together.

He's off chemo a week early. I really wish, I wish so much that I could feel happy about this- but when I open up the only thing I feel is pain- so it's pain or numb catatonia.

All through my life death in every way permeated. Still it comes, not at me but again at the one I love. How do I make a future in the wake of this? How do I find hope?
Right now I need my best friend so much. And he can't help me because he's dying and asleep- drugged up nicely to help with the pain of poisoning himself for weeks on weeks.
I need him, and I am so afraid the part I need is really gone forever. That the tumour or the surgeries got to it.

I just have to endure my pain and all he asks of me until I don't wake. That luxury won't come until I watch the man I love with equality to my own soul, dies. And I can hope for a quick one when it happens, but this disease robs most of even that.

The good in my life dies with him.

oh frack.

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I'm not sayin' it's good that it's 2010 until I get my fraking Flying Car.

That being said, been spending the last couple days home with him. I've felt so spoiled to take a full day off, do nothing but enjoy my time with him. It's worth it.
We've been watching a LOT of BSG.

And talking.

Can't get better than that.

Cept for today me getting up early to go out and get some good supplies to make him a kick ass breakfast.