The girls are having the best time ever on the pool shelf. They are naked and playing with my measuring cups and all is right in the world 🙂 Hans took him for a nice boat ride but my stomach is a little upset and I thought that the bumps would to be too much for me. I stayed behind and did some black Friday Christmas shopping. It’s amazing the deals to be had… Jake sent me links to a website that offered 50% off on all the clothing that he coveted so shopping for him is done. ✅. I also ordered two adorable paw patrol hooded towels for Autumn and Scarlett which should be here tomorrow. Oh the joy of the Internet 🙂
This afternoon and this evening have been difficult. My stomach is partially bloated and the painful gurgles are back. I am tempted not to chronicle these downtimes so as not to alert or alarm, but since the purpose of my journal is to record my true journey, I won’t hide this behind a cheerful façade, at least for now. For now I worry that his pain will be more of a constant in my life going forward. Although Dr. Barry said that he thought my symptoms were due to chemo, I am concerned that this pain is not associated with the chemo, but with symptoms of my disease. It is a terrifying prospect. Then again, maybe it’s the peptide that I had yesterday.… All I can do for now is to get through the evening and hope that tomorrow is a less painful day.
The pain will be gone tomorrow.
I’d pay my bottom dollar for tomorrow
to be pain-free
Just thinking about tomorrow
clears away the heartache and the sorrow
Till there’s none
Tomorrow tomorrow, Oh, I love ya tomorrow you’re always a day away
As you probably noticed by now, when I’m in pain and/or blue, I switch my mind to adapting songs and poems. That said, here is last night’s distraction. My girlfriend, Lee lives across the River and we can see her house from ours. With that in mind I have adapted the famous Paul Revere’s Ride
By Henry Wadsworth Longfellow.
LISTEN, my children, and you shall hear
Of my desperate need to blow some air.
On the month of November in Twenty twenty two ;
I eagerly waited to have a big poo.
I’ll always remember that challenging year.
I told my sweet Hans, “If I conquer this pain
From gurgles and cramps to-night,
Hang a lantern aloft on a sturdy old chain
Off the Boat dock outside as a signal light, —
Two is for poo and one Is for pee;
And Lee on the opposite shore will be,
Happy to go out and spread the good word
Throughout Palmetto and through Manatee ,
That Debra is better and just passed a turd
Text from Lee:
You are so sweet to include me in your journal… 🥰 I will always be… ready to shout without any adieu….When my dear friend does have a poo 💩 Great to see you and chat this afternoon.🙏Always in my thoughts & prayer~when I gaze across the water.
Dying with Debra 
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