3 days of....

puking. Yuk. Poor Jim. His pain is so bad it's causing him to throw up.

His last visit at the pain clinic from Hillman was a bust. Next...

We're going to be Granparents

Settle down, settle down. John and Leah pick up their dog on Thursday. So, yeah. I'm super excited. I wish they lived close so I could babysit and spoil it and call it a "good bad dog" and sing silly songs to it.

Yes, peeps. My life is THAT dull.

Jim and I celebrated our 14th anniversary yesterday. After all the hard stuff, I would say we are happier together now then ever. I don't think we're happier personally however. We're a better couple.

Does ANYONE know where I can get good looking, well made bedroom furniture CHEAP???

Yeah, I guess I'm back. No one to talk to, so I'll just talk to myself.

So what's changed with Jim?

Not much, except that he is in more pain, if that is possible, which I guess it is. That, and we both feel so badly for June. For those of you who don't know, we lost a dear brother to cancer a few weeks back, and it's just hard.

Have I missed blogging? Yeah and no. So, I'll just let it go here and see how it is.

Before I go, I think of a woman who had a SCT from the NIH. She went back to work in November. I'm excited for her. I don't know that we ever thought Jim would have a normal life or not. I guess we were just amazed that he was staying alive. I guess we never prepared ourselves for that being all the Stem Cell transplant would offer him. A life of continued pain and sickness.

I have learned patience though. That is a very good thing. But I learn it on a daily basis. Every morning, I remember that through Christ I can do all things.

I have actually painted our bedroom and sanded doors and woodwork and painted and edges all the woodwork and radiators. Three coats. THREE COATS. And we painted it yellow since Pittsburgh doesn't have much sun. Oh, gotta go. Jim ruined dinner. PBJ tonite, dear.