Ok so with the threats that I got from my post this morning I will add a couple more pictures. To get more than this we will need to re-dye Honey’s hair and take some more pictures. I have no problem with that. So here we go:
More pink hair! did you notice that her hair matches her shirt in this picture?

Mrs pink with the pups.

Do you ever have those days when you just want to boycott all of your medications?!?! I am feeling that way right now, although I just finished taking round two of four for the day. About 10 pills so far. They are all necessary and keep me “comfortable” (ie, not overcome with nausea or throwing up, not doubled over in pain from the tumor, not in a ball on the floor crying from depression, not burning a hole in my esophagus from Acid Reflux, the list goes on). But damnit, if you knew me at all before I had this cancer in me you know how hesitant I was about taking prescription medications. My mother was on lots of meds for lots of years and who am I to judge whether she needed them or not? Of course, they were for entirely different reasons but watching her fill up her weekly and daily meds containers every week for the last decade or so always made me think, “man, I don’t ever want to be like that!” And yet here I am, buying a weekly and daily med organizer just like the one she had, filling it up in advance for Morning, Noon, Evening and Bedtime medications. All to keep me comfortable.

It’s stupid and I’m mad at it and I hate it and I never want to become my mother and sometimes these meds get in my way of living or maybe it’s just the cancer that’s getting in my way but sometimes they make me sleepy and the ones that are supposed to make me sleepy just keep me up all night (like last night) and there’s nothing I can do about it. And then in the middle of the night, once I finally get to sleep, I am up every hour just to pee out all the damn water I drank whilst taking the last of the day’s meds from the night before and then in the wee hours of the morning my stomach finds itself empty and the Zolfran and Compazine have all worn off and I am awakened by an unpleasant feeling of being nauseas from head to toe - not just in my stomach but all-the-hell over my body. And it sucks. And now you know why I’m mad about it and yet I take them anyway because they keep me….what…comfortable?! THIS is comfortable?!?! not sleeping is comfortable?!!? Not being able to drive is comfortable?!? Where does the cancer end and the pills begin in me? That’s what I want to know.

Stupid medicine.

…she says, as she walks out the door to accept a ride from a friend who is taking her to the pharmacy to pick up even more medications! ARGH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Quick post from Mr Honey at work. I am hoarding the pictures of honey’s pink hair. Here is a quick peek at her lovely locks.