Tuesday

 Entry 1     3:25 p.m.

The rest of the weekend was uneventful. Both guests are gone. Amy left in the morning, Peter at night. Peter and I made dinner, which we ate at the table, with the kids even. Jenny had sausage, risotto and brussel sprouts. Jenny threw it all up, immediately after Peter left, as we were pulling away from Alaska departures. She won't give up. She did manage, one day out of the last week, not yakking up solid food. Last night took chutzpah though. It wasn't a small amount. I can't imagine the frustration with not being able to eat solid food. However, truth be told, I had a hard time driving as she was violently ill.  We carry emesis bags I purchased online last year-maybe a couple gross. We are running very low now, I think.  Wow. 

Jenny woke up this morning a wreck. It took my repeated visits in between meetings for her to rise. I kept stopping in, between taking the dogs out several times, feeding them, the 8 a.m. arrival of the house cleaner, making coffee and toast, I was busy. I kept pestering her because our friend Didi was going to be here at 10 to walk Willow. Eventually, she made it downstairs, with her friend Jeanne's help. Cherelle came at 2 to walk Willow--lucky dog. Jenny cancelled the 3 p.m. with the PT/OT--she will do that later. Clearly, she didn't want to address mobility issues yet, and I totally get it. Everything is overwhelming for both of us all the time. Jeanne left at 4:30--she was a tremendous help as always, followed immediately by a visit from Jenny's rich friend who bought her the bed and got her the PhD botanist to find the best weed and to help formulate from that weed tinctures and oils to use to fight this cancer. We are privileged. 

I had the interview with the not-for-profit today. I am probably not going to do it--they are already talking about offer packages. It sounds amazing--but its a tiny agency always worried about its budget and that is fighting with my old union. Meanwhile, the plum position I have been desiring is opening up at an agency, and I have all the bona fides to land that job. I would have to give up contributing to my pension at the non-profit, and they made it clear that their medical is not great. I would be better off staying in my current job, applying for the plum job, and moving forward.

Jenny is still on a liquid diet, although she did try a soft-boiled egg today and managed to keep it down.


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