This morning, Patrick and I were up earlier than usual. I played while I waited to have breakfast. I have my thyroid medication that I have to wait a half hour before eating anything. Sometimes I wait an hour. Depends on the day.
Today, I waited, then Patrick left to get some papers shredded. They had a shredding day at the transit site. So, he and I cleaned out the file cabinet yesterday and today he took it all to be shredded. While he did that, I got moving with laundry.
Then I was trying to decide what I wanted to do.
Decided to work on the cross stitching. I'm surprised at how much easier it was to work on it today. I was actually on track and didn't need to take any stitches out. That felt good to know!
I worked on getting the left side done to the top of the folded pattern. I then started working on the beard. It's coming along great now. I've gotten it so I can follow the directions better than I could yesterday. I even worked on it a few hours. I believe I was able to get about 400 stitches done today. Felt good to do that.
Then after supper, decided to enjoy my games. They keep my mind off of real life at times. Patrick had an issue come up and now we are waiting to hear from one of his many doctors. I'm hoping it isn't serious, but that way things go, it could be. He's on it, and I'm just going to go for a ride. What happens, happens.
Cancer isn't something we can "deal" with. It has it's ups and downs. I try to stay even along the way. When the times comes, I will probably break down. Till then, I'm trying to keep on open mind and go with what happens. Patrick is doing better than most. He's positive and he's working hard to enjoy his time. We talk from time to time, but he wants to keep a lot of it bottled. When we have talked for about 20 mins, then he says, "Okay, that enough of that talk, talk about something else." or "Please, let's not talk about it." I do get teary eyed when the "C" word is mentioned. Who can't. I feel for all those children that have it, because they are way to young. Patrick would have handled it better if he was 70 years old. But he's not. So, we move on.
Think Positive, Live Positive, and hope for the best. We will see - at least I have time to take a deep breath and be Happy Stitching/Happy Quilting!