Yawny McYawnsalot

Here we are at the beginning of week 4 of treatment. The *last* of the hospital weeks, thank goodness. It's been a fairly rough ride thus far, but not unbearable thanks to luck and lots of support from many friends and family. Bobbie maintains 18 hour sleep days and is pretty much entirely out of energy when she is awake. Mornings are best for her, but even her energy then is quickly spent. I'm not quite sure how she is going to magically shift back into regular life next week, but we'll have to see how it all works out when that time comes. No doubt it will be tough at first as Killian is quite the ball of energy these days and requires a lot of it to keep up with him. Hopefully the reduced at home dosage of the Interferon in conjunction with the prescription speed that they have her on (Ritalin) will leave her with more pep to get through it.

My birthday last Monday was the worst in my 36 years here thus far thanks to a myriad of things. The two primary: Bobbie's illness and Killian's decision to wake up at 2:30am on my birthday when I had just crawled into bed at 1:30am. He decided to stay awake until 5:30am when I had to get up (having not gone to bed) for work. Youch. Ugly day that was. However, if I only have a bad one every 36 years, then I'm good to go for quite sometime. And thanks to all who sent cards and gifts. They were appreciated bad day aside. :)

The past few weeks have been very hectic for me even if life were normal outside of the workplace, but I'm making it. However, I really need to get to bed now to try to keep up my beauty sleep so I'll keep this post a short one. I'll add an entertaining email that I received from a friend for your reading pleasure. You've seen some like it before, no doubt, but it rings true in any case...

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TO ALL THE KIDS WHO SURVIVED the
1930's 40's, 50's, 60's and 70's !!

First, we survived being born to mothers who smoked and/or drank while they were pregnant.
They took aspirin, ate blue cheese dressing, tuna from a can, and didn't get tested for diabetes.

Then after that trauma, we were put to sleep on our tummies in baby cribs covered with bright colored lead-based paints.

We had no childproof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets and when we rode our bikes, we had no helmets, not to mention, the risks we took hitchhiking.
As infants & children, we would ride in cars with no car seats, booster seats, seat belts or air bags.

Riding in the back of a pick up on a warm day was always a special treat.

We drank water from the garden hose and NOT from a bottle.

We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and

NO ONE actually died from this.

We ate cupcakes, white bread and real butter and drank Kool-Aid made with sugar, but we weren't overweight because .

WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING !

We would leave home in the morning and play all day, as long as we were back when the street lights came on.

No one was able to reach us all day.

And we were O.K.

We would spend hours building our go-carts out of scraps and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

We did not have Playstations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 150 channels on cable, no video movies or DVD's, no surround-sound or CD's, no cell phones, no personal computer! s, no Internet or chat rooms.......
WE HAD FRIENDS and we went outside and found them!

We fell out of trees, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no lawsuits from these accidents.

We ate worms and mud pies made from dirt, and the worms did not live in us forever.

We were given BB guns for our 10th birthdays, made up games with sticks and tennis balls and, although we were told it would happen, we did not put out very many eyes.

We r ode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them!

Little League had try-outs and not everyone made the team. Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment. Imagine that!!

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of. They actually sided with the law!

These generations have produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever!

The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.

We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned how to deal with it all!

If YOU are one of us . . . CONGRATULATIONS!