MORE STAMINA -- Word for the Day -- Thursday, August 13, 2009

I NEED A BREAK! I am so thankful ChemoSabe is coming off the steroids Friday. He has absolutely talked my ears off this week... I laughed so hard last night I had to get a Kleenex to dry the tears from my face.

Remember, he only had about two hours sleep before traveling yesterday morning. He was gone all day and got home around 6:30 p.m. He called me when he was ten miles from the house to ask me about some chicken we had in the freezer and wanted to know if we could have it for dinner. I couldn't get him off the phone. I hung up and boom... he was in the driveway. Keep in mind, especially if you know him, he is not much of a talker, especially on the phone.

He loves the oven fried Banquet chicken. He claims it is like KFC. I put it in the oven and convinced him to lie down until it was ready. That would give me an hour break. WRONG!!! He talked, talked, talked. I laughed, laughed, laughed. He talked so much he even told me about one of his employee's tennis shoes. The employees are to wear black shoes and this guy had on some unusual shoes. ChemoSabe was explaining to him the dress code when another employee came out and informed him that she had given the male employee the shoes he had one. They were once hers. Since they weren't black she had taken a magic marker and colored in the mesh part of the tennis shoes to make them black. Only the white lower rubber part showed. ChemoSabe is going to donate this young man a pair of black boots.

He told other stories about more site visits he made. This is all in one day. Talk, talk, talk, talk... He was talking so fast, like he was on a stop watch and then he summed it all up by saying, "Baby, it was like being in a human zoo and you had to talk to them". "Some would open their gate and you would have to go in." That was the steroids talking. I lost it!

We ate our chicken along with macaroni and okra with tomatoes and a fresh pitcher of my magnificent tea. He told me it was a meal fit for a king. He was obviously starving.

That was the end of the evening. I fixed a cup of latte for my bed time drink; gave Parker his shot; put the other kids up and told him I was headed to bed at 8:00. We could finish up America's Got Talent in bed. NO SUCH LUCK!!!

ChemoSabe has two closets in my bathroom that houses his slacks, dress shirts and some novelty T-shirts. I heard rustling and then I saw shirts being piled on top of me. I started folding them and just wondered what was happening. He took out 30 shirts and 15 pairs of slacks. Some of these items I have not seen in years. He decided to give them away.

Was he exhausted after that, plus his travel all day? Lord, No... He said he felt exhilarated. He looked at me with his flushed cheeks and smiled and said, "Baby, we need to do that to your closets". I pulled the covers over my head.

I did convince him to come to bed. We talked more about the cancer food articles and he was talking 2% milk. I put my hand on his arm and told him that when God was ready for him, he would take him no matter what he was eating at the time. I said, "It's not like God is going to come down and see you with a carrot in your mouth and say, 'Nope, I'm not taking him this time, he's eating carrots.'"

We turned over, he told me to set the clock for 4:00 and he was up at 3:00 a.m.

ONE MORE DAY OF DEX!!!! HEEEELLLLLPPPPP! I am glad tomorrow is my day off and he is working!

Good afternoon and Love -- Pepper

p.s. Labs and Velcade today... Cross your fingers.