Weekend Update

 Entry 1     10:00 a.m.

I'm back at work. 600+ emails waiting for me. I am unable to even fathom how to get through the slog.  Nevertheless, here I am.

Jenny spent Saturday recovering from chemotherapy. She was moody, sad and angry all day. Resentful, as she often is, understandably so, that others aren't suffering as she is. What is the opposite of schadenfreude? Her step mother Lora and daughter Marissa came over to say hello, having driven up from Portland to pick up Lora's son Alex, who splits his time between Portugal and London--his husband is a very successful lawyer in London. He came to see Jenny and see his mother. The last time we saw Alex, we were having breakfast with him at a restaurant on Mercer Island. Jenny's dad and stepmom had met us first, and Alex came just as they were leaving. We spent our time talking about how terrible Mick looked and that we thought he would die soon. He passed a week or two later. 

Abby, 2008.
Yesterday, Valentine's Day, we had a party organized by Jane. My niece and her family came, as did Jane and Mike. The best part of the party for me is that Abby remained with us from start to finish--I can't remember the last time she didn't leave at some point to retire to her rooms.  There was cake and lots of chatting. I found out my niece's husband, a tech bro, is now an adherent of the Austrian school of economics, a whole lot of bullshit. Hanna was a delight as always, and once Willow calmed down around her, everything was sweet. It was a nice Valentine's Day for Jenny.

Jenny is still much stronger than she has been, but that doesn't mean she isn't incredibly weak or not struggling with issues such as finding words. She asked 84 year old Lora how she liked her new condom on Saturday, although she was offended when I asked about it later--not at all remembering it happened. Overall, however, she seems pretty good. No reported hallucinations for a few days, and that is good. The few that popped up last week I am convinced were the result of the lorazepam, as I mentioned. 

She hasn't wished me a Happy VD today, thank god. She hasn't offered a present.  She certainly hasn't purchased a card for me--I can't imagine. I got nothing for her, and hope to Christ she doesn't give me any kind of Valentine's Day greeting or acknowledgement.


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