Where Angie babbles about nothing...

The last two weeks of posts have been so full of venting, frustration, self-pity, fatigue, desperation, small attempts at inspiration, etc., that I feel I must continue with that style. Since our lives are so complicated and somewhat sad, wouldn't it be expected that the only things I write on this blog continue to be about Brian and how he fares with chemotherapy and doctors' appointments and test results?

I mean knowing that Brian is undergoing chemotherapy and battling fatigue and semi-sick feelings daily, do you really want to still hear how my boys' no longer fight over who sits in the recliner because their new favorite seat in the house is in a box wedged between the wall and the recliner playing video games?

And it seems ridiculous to write about how I farted a long, gross, rumbling fart while driving home from the doctor's office giving us bad news, outlining a new chemotherapy plan and cracked up at myself while slyly saying to Brian, "you want me don't you" and he said, helplessly and matter of factly, "well, umm, actually, yeah." Besides I wouldn't write such incriminating words about myself.

And you really want to know about how we sit around and look lovingly and longingly at each other and our children playing family games and spending quality time together instead of knowing I battle Gavin daily against his will to USE THE DARN BATHROOM WHILE HE CONTINUES TO JUMP UP AND DOWN WITH HIS HANDS BETWEEN HIS LEG and I struggle with Grant constantly to WATCH HIS POTTY MOUTH or I simply open the door and tell them to GO PLAY because they are driving me nuts in the house.

I need to continue to tell you how Brian is amazing and goes to work each day despite not feeling great because you don't want to hear how we spend each night licking our big screen and salivating over the fact that CSI-NY, 30 Rock, The Office, Earl (Brian, not me), and Scrubs are back on the air.

You don't want to hear that I didn't like Michael Clayton because, while I thought it had a potentially great story line, I thought it was choppy and predictable with too many unrelated elements thrown in to try to unsuccessfully portray it as art instead of a suspenseful thriller, therefore making it neither, when we will soon be back in the doctors office analyzing more bloodwork making sure Brian is not at risk for infection and that we are on track for the next round of chemo.

So I won't bore you with our otherwise everyday mundane activities.

KEEP BELIEVING