Stage 2 cancer for Big Daddy

Mother's Day flowers from Punkin Head.

Well Big Daddy's boo boo turned out to be stage 2 rectal cancer. We, well really he, is in radiation and chemo. The lead up to this was overwhelming, multiple trips to many doctors and they keep saying " so you are seeing Hiawatha", and you don't know who the hell these people are. BD is blessed, he is with the best of the best at St. Johns and the Van Eslander Cancer Center. So far he is doing great and is only mildly bitchy about the sponge bath Tuesday through Thursday.

I am still depressed which is the real reason I have not been blogging, sometimes it is just to hard to think.  I am in therapy and I am not sure how successful this is going to be, I tend to pick at my therapist and I do not like to deal with some truths.

My mom is here and is as crazy as ever, she is never gonna be an easy person to deal with. She is feeding the dogs with little to no bowel control leftover BBQ ribs, WTF. The trip up from Florida was hilarious, I drove it in 2 days as I could not stand the thought of being stuck with that dog for much longer.  The temps were in the 90's and the only places we could stop were that Chicken place, it was a nightmare.

Not the one I wanted but BD and his mom on the porch at the Middlebury Inn the night before Punkin Head's wedding.

I will get this damn picture thing fixed.