This week and a couple funny stories....

This week went pretty well. I had less nausea which was nice and I got a lot done so I felt somewhat useful. Even though I tried so hard this time, I still went to that place where I think of what life would be like without me in it. The weird/good part about it is, I have no regrets. There really are only a few things that I have left to do - go on the Oprah show (I enter the VIP tickets contest every time I think about it!), go the bourbon festival, and go to race car training school. That is it. I have always lived my life respecting that I would not last forever. I have traveled to far off places, made time for my family and friends, and enjoyed my role that developed for me. What I mean by that is that I have become the person that people call to help them figure out what is for dinner, figure out what car to buy, how to manage their finances a little better, help with their teenagers - I love teenagers!, find where to buy something (especially kid related), where to spend their birthday, where to go on their anniversary, etc. I love that - especially now - because I feel pretty darn useless. I makes me feel like I am helping somebody somewhere. Yes, you probably noticed that I didn't mention my boys in the above. How can I say this - they are the best things I have ever done (outside of marrying Grant). I can't protect them from this, but I can do everything in my power to get well. They are why I rally, they are why I go to Chemo, why I accept whatever the doctor's tell me I should do, and why am so thankful that I live here with excellent care, family, and friends. PAUSE. PAUSE AGAIN. Okay, now on to funnier things.....here is a couple funny things that happened this past week or so. The first one was when I was on my way to scrapbooking last week. I turned the radio on and the song, "Live like you were dying" was on the country station. I sang to it and, of course, cried, but not because I have regrets, because I have very few. BUT THEN, I changed it to a variety station and "Bust the Move" was on the radio. You know how music and transport you to another time and place....well Bust the Move was popular when I was in college and my college roommate (Cathy, if you are reading - this is about you!), loved that song. Whenever it came on the radio everything stopped and we would sing...especially the part that went something like, "...she says hello come sit next to me you fine fellow....you run over there without a second to lose and what comes next - bust the move!" Cathy knew all the words - all of them. So, imagine four of the whitest girls in the world, jamming out to bust the move, and thinking they were pretty darn cool......I laughed and laughed and laughed. WHAT DORKS WE WERE! Next story, on the way back from Chemo Elaine, (my driver and long time family friend), said, "I don't know what the big deal is about Krispy Kreme is." I was like, "WHAT THE $%@#($*%($*%)(*$%?!?!?!?!" So I made her drive by the one on 1st Ave in Seattle and said, "If it says serving hot - we are getting some!" The signs were not on and I said, "DARN IT! Well, we can try next time." But Elaine, said, "I am going to go ask." I looked at her like she had six heads, but she didn't care. She went to the drive thru and asked, "Do you have any hot doughnuts?" and the lady was like, "Nope." I am sure she was thinking - that is what the 1700 3 foot by 3 foot signs are for lady!!!! So, we were going to drive away and then we saw pictures of doughnuts....that is all it took.....Elaine shifted in reverse (in the drive thru) and we ordered two doughnuts to go. Happily, we drove home promising that we would go back next time and only order doughnuts when they were serving HOT (r-i-g-h-t!) - only when there hot....good argument! Let's see what happens next time. Well, off to wash everything....my boys come home today and I can't wait. Love, me