This is Like, Cosmic, Man

Really stoked. A few weeks ago, shortly before my guest room cleanup project commenced, I received a postcard for one of those donation pickups. You know, where you put everything out by your door and they come pick it all up. Well, this one was for National Children's Cancer Society (NCCS)!! I mean, how perfect is this? It's like, cosmic, man. I was going to bring everything to Goodwill, another organization that I love to support, but come on. All my cleared-out clutter is going to benefit children with cancer, and their families. So awesome. As hard as this shit is to go through as a grown-ass adult, I can't even begin to imagine what it must be like for a child. Really, it's heartbreaking just to think about it. And I don't have to expend any extra energy packing everything up (which wouldn't all fit in my car either), driving it down, and unloading it there. This is definitely a WIN. I'm so happy. I also noticed in the Target parking lot that there are drop-off boxes for donating BOOKS to the Reading Tree! That's probably the main bulk of my clutter besides clothing. Another Score!

Speaking of the cleanup project, well it's going all right. It will be ready for when my parents get here this weekend. It feels so good to finally be getting it done. It's been very challenging to pace myself with it, and I've ended up basically one day on, one day off because I'm too exhausted the day after I've worked on it to do much more. But that's ok, slowly but surely.



I'm also trying not to worry. I'm starting to worry. Like last night, it just hit me all of a sudden: "Heyyyyy!  I'm gonna have a huge, big-ass scar on my belly! Noooooo!". I mentioned it to Jim (hubby) and he was like, "I know I already thought about that, sorry... but it's not a big deal." I said how it isn't very sexy though (got fucked-up priorities much, Shell?), and his response was that if a big-ass scar was what it takes for getting me fixed up, he'll be kissing it every day. Wow. Way to put it back in perspective for me, hon.
 



The nerves are kicking in about the needles, too. I had such horrible problems before, because I apparently have such microscopically miniscule veins that I ended up bruised & battered just from the nurses trying to get an IV in or a blood draw. Once when I was in the hospital last time, my IV infiltrated -- all the fluid went in underneath my skin because the needle wasn't in the vein. THEN, that happened with my last CT scan after I was discharged, only with the dye they injected (at a very fast rate) for the contrast.  I have no words for how painful that was, and I ended up with a Popeye arm til the next evening! And I noticed today that there's a weird, small lump at the insertion site of the PICC line I had, what's up with that?? Ugh, I need to watch TV or something so I won't think about this crap for a while...                                
                   

I also feel so bad for my mom. My dad sent a pic of her and Keagan (niece) today, and she looked so tired and gaunt in her face. I know this is killing her, and dealing with one of her brothers having esophageal cancer right now is not helping things, I'm sure. I'll feel much better when they are here in person, and I can give her a big ol' hug, and reassure her that everything will be fine -- that I ain't goin' anywhere!!

                   

 OK.
Wishing everyone a great week!
 :)