On Sunday, my sister left for Seattle early in the morning, so I had some free time to spend on working on the 1861 corset. (I had blogged about this in November.) I am using duck canvas in a natural color, although it looks white in this pictures. The style is quite different than the 16th century corsets; those were intended to give the upper body a conical shape, with a smaller waist, although the corset was not intended to make the waist smaller.
On Friday, I called the vet with my decision about Sydney Sue. We are not doing chemo, for a variety of reasons. I will instead treat her with Prednisone, a steroid that will keep the lymphoma and it's symptoms at bay temporarily, anywhere from 2 - 6 months. When she starts showing symptoms again, that will be the beginning of the end. From what I have researched, there is about 30 days for the cancer to take over with no medication. Right now, she is doing a lot of snuffling and reverse sneezing; given that, plus the nose bleed she had last week, I suspect the cancer is very much in t
It started a few weeks ago; when Tara came over to cook and hang out, I complained to him that Sydney Sue was having an off day. Earlier that day, she wanted to go out; I let her out, and she just stood on the patio, staring at nothing, not moving. I watched her, and she just stood there. After a few minutes, I made her come back in. Tara looked at her, checked her lymph nodes, and pointed out that they were a bit swollen.
I am completely enamored. I get a little warm and tingly on the inside when I think about my newest love. You know how it is... can't stop thinking, dreaming, sighing...
...sigh...
But it's totally justified in my case. And well earned. But first, I have to digress a little, give a little background.
I did it! I harbored doubts about the outcome; I searched for recipes for a week; I read and researched and looked at pictures. I ended up using three different recipes for the components, and I read them and re-read them to make SURE I knew what I was in for.
So, I'm not usually a fan of sweets. I don't get sad and eat cookies, I don't always want something sweet after dinner. But sometimes, I crave MAKING sweets. I don't care if I eat them; usually, I just want a taste, and that's it. It's really the act of making the dessert that I like. Weird, huh?
I am moving off the myspace blog, and onto my own blog. It's time I grew up, really. : ) I will transfer my old blogs over here, and continue on here. YAY!!! : )
