Now Heshy's sick

Not sure what it is, he slept from 3-8 this afternoon, and he never sleeps in the daytime. He has a smallish fever, he'll be fine, but we have to keep driving him crazy checking his body for chicken pox. He's been exposed a lot, and some of the kids who are getting it were inoculated like Heshy.

Now here's the issue: Stella, Marshall's 87-year-old frail spinster aunt who lives with us, somehow never got the disease and, if she should get it now, it would almost certainly kill her. It presents differently in the elderly. And because of Stella's slight dementia, she can't quite remember the danger and we had to explain it in detail again. Of course, if Heshy should show signs of chicken pox then we will quickly find a short-term place to park Stella. I'm almost certain she'll become completely unglued, since the smallest thing out of whack drives her to whine with the best of them. Poor thing.

I should not have gone to services today, I'm simply not up to it and I did it anyway. The lunch we had after, which Marshall made, was great fun. We invited 3 friends over and we got to talk turkey. I was relaxed and in no way felt I had to help - everyone else got lunch on the table without me.

I'm becoming less confident about a rapid recovery from the last of the chemo infusions. At this point the retreat looks like it will have to happen without me.

Veronica still has not read the email I sent her. I will be in touch with the Breast Care Coordinator first thing Monday morning. I'm still advocating for myself just fine, thanks.

Pray for less pain.