I naively thought I was buying time with the Prednisone, and so I was shocked to see her get thin almost right away.  On Saturday, I took her to retirement day with me, because I didn't have a dog door yet, and she cannot go more than an hour and a half or so without needing to go out (from the pred).  She looked okay at retirement day (10 days from diagnosis, and 5 days after starting prednisone), not chipper, but her weight looked okay.


I can't believe I've managed to stay quiet on this so long.  The truth is, it's an emotional issue for me, and one I feel very strongly about.  So be warned, ranting and profanity follows.  Read on at your own risk. : )

Today, the California Supreme Court is hearing arguments on whether or not Prop 8 constitutes a revision to the state constitution, which is not allowed in a general vote as happened in November.  (Amendments can be added in that method, but revisions cannot.) There are several issues and concerns at hand here.


I love the weekends when I get a lot of cooking done.  It's just so fun trying new recipes, recreating old favorites, and having the time to be able to do so.


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?


A beautiful tribute.  Written by: Martha O'Connor


Pages

©2006-2013 Project Cyan. All Rights Reserved.