Monday, June 29, 2009

Another UFO Bites The Dust!

One of the benefits of accompanying Michael to his hospital and doctor visits is it affords me some time to get a bit of hand-sewing done. I finished the binding on four placemats on Friday whilst he was getting poked and prodded in cardiology and pulmonary medicine. These placemats have been basically done for two years and just needed binding.

We won't know the medical results of the tests more than likely until Michael's appointment on July 8. Michael is not anxious to know - he didn't want the tests in the first place. He's been difficult to deal with lately. I have to really pay attention to what I say and how it's said in order to avoid him getting angry. The tough part is I don't have a clue what sets him off. So, I've resigned myself to not talk a lot around him. It's a challenge since he and I have always been able to talk about anything and everything. My pals and Mom get to be my sounding boards more and more.

I don't want to return to the counselor I was seeing because of the expense and time involved for the appointments. Her office is 30 minutes away from home and the appointment hours force me to take time off work, which normally wouldn't bother me, but between Michael's appointments, my surgery, the upcoming appointment with social security, etc - I feel a lot of guilt about missing time at the office. Our church offers faith-based counseling that I may try and they have evening and weekend hours available.

My escape these days is quilting. I started the nine-patches for my boss' quilt and tidied up the sewing room this weekend. I went to the show at the Sharonville Convention Center, but honestly after NQA last Saturday, there wasn't much that intrigued or interested me. I found a cute cat fabric and purchased some more Lakeside charm packs.

Mom made it through her radiation and tests OK last week - now just waiting to hear back from her doctor about the findings. I like my Mom's attitude about all this - she places her trust squarely on God and her doctor, who claimed "I will get you cancer free!" What a team!

Happy Monday!

1 comment:

Michele said...

Hugs. He's just being a man - he's scared, so he gets all mad. It doesn't make it any easier to deal with, I know, but you do have my sympathy. My DH is not so bad, but my dad was definitely the soul brother of your Michael.