Thanks for the good news - you're pleased with it, yourself, from the sound of your message. I hope that you're back to normal soon - and without a lot of discomfort or restriction of capability in the meantime. ole joyful

Ima! You gotta get busy, girl! Introspection is not an occupation for sad times; it'll get you bogged down every time, & that's when we make disastrous mistakes. *Obligate* yourself to do something; it's too easy to dwell on sad feelings & become immobilized if you don't "have to" do...whatever it is. When I went through a break-up many years ago, I decided to take Jazzercise. It worked great! as long as I wasn't moping when it was time for me to drive to the rec center. The only way I could make myself participate when I felt mopey (which is when we *most* need physical activity & other people) was to sign up to lead a Jazzercise class at church. I knew all those women were depending on me, & I went to every class. Please don't focus too much on your grandson's seeming lack of interest; he's very very young, & the young can move on much faster than we can. They have to, just to keep up with themselves, because they themselves are changing every day. Remember when you were a little girl & "back-to-school" shopping every September meant new dresses & shoes & a winter coat because the old ones were too little? I remember feeling sorry for my aunts & my mother because they stayed the same & never got a new dress or a new coat. Children shoot through time at warp speed, changing & adapting & getting "new clothes" as a matter of course, & we...keep climbing into the same clothes for a much longer time. & be careful that you don't talk to him because *you* need to talk. Talk to anybody else. Talk to everybody else. Talk here. Talk to the moon: a woman told me that she was broken-hearted when her adolescent son went to live with his father; she said she climbed onto the backyard trampoline the night her son left & "squalled & bawled & snotted & hollered", & nobody but the moon saw or heard her. *but* this is my free advice (& worth every penny, but I've had a bit of experience & I've been through some experiences with friends): Stay away from that man. Stay away from thoughts that you "need" that man, that he would be any answer to any problem at all, that he would be helpful in any way. Write yourself 3 lists: a list of instances in which he's responded callously to your needs, instances of how he's been a stinker, played mind games, put anybody/everybody ahead of you, treated you high-handedly, etc, & look at those pages any time you want to pick up the phone. a list of how many times & to what extent you went all-out to make his life easier or happier, & look at those pages any time you want to pick up the phone. a list of how many times & to what extent he went all-out to make your life easier or happier, & look at that blank piece of paper any time you want to pick up the phone. I once had to get the oil changed in my car on a cold evening when I was exhausted & not feeling good, & I found myself thinking, "I wish I had a husband to do this for me". & then I remembered: I had had a husband, & he *never* had the oil changed for me!

Oh, thank goodness that Wesley is okay. I know considering the possibilities had to have scared you to death! Healing thoughts going out to your DBIL. Let us know how he's doing.

Patti, I think I've posted since then about Nathan. But, back when he was having numbness ect. was when they did the 2nd MRI (yesterday was his 3rd). That one showed some growth, and they said the chemo he'd been on wasn't doing the trick. It was chemo by pill, along with his radiation. So they started him on a different chemo. They did minor surgery and inserted a pic line under the skin between his nipple and arm pit. They then hook his chemo meds to that every other week, and do blood work from there too. That is to keep them from having to poke him over and over. It usually takes about 5 hours each visit to run through the 2 bags of chemo. He takes a lap top and does some homework during that time. We've all been waiting for this MRI to see if this new chemo was doing what it was supposed to be doing. It seems like such a long time between each MRI. Thanks for asking, and keeping him in your prayers. Leslie