Mother of the Child is still in ICU. They’re hoping to transfer her today to a general ward. She may come home Saturday. The high-risk aspects seem to be passing, and surgery so far has not been required.
Stress has eaten me badly this week. Got a decent amount of sleep last night, at least. Shedding Day seems to be Shedding Week this time, but as one of my classic (pre-cancer) stress responses is significant lower GI disruption, there’s no real way to evaluate how much of the ongoing, rather spectacular lower GI distress is chemo side effect and how much of it is life stress.
Of significant irritation is my lack of writing time. Between the emotional stress and the overwhelming fatigue, I just haven’t picked up the threads yet this week. This is the first time since post-surgical recovery I’ve let it stop me cold, and that really makes me unhappy.
On the personal front, I’m receiving an immense amount of support from my family, from
Still doing the Powell’s reading tonight, because, damn it, I am not giving up on my role as a writer. I may not be laying down words this week (and how it hurts to say that) but I will go stand up with my book and talk to whoever shows. Being as how we unknowingly scheduled the reading for the first day of Norwescon, I’ve already lost a lot of my natural audience, so I expect it to be thin, but I’ll be there.