Friday, March 13, 2009

A little bit of this, a little bit of that

Took Lilah to the doc this morning for that growth on her heiny. First let me say that I am so sick of doctors' appointments that I feel like I could just SCREAM. I can't remember the last week that passed without some doctor's appointment for someone. Anyhoo, really, this doctor was very very nice, for which I was grateful, especially after the nightmare phone call it took just to set up the appt. I was also grateful that it was a woman, because there's just something creepy and disconcerting about a man - even if he's a doctor - poking around my baby daughter's nether regions. So without further ado, and sparing everyone graphic details, the doctor surmises that it's pretty much just a skin tag, she prescribed a steroid cream for it and wants to see her in 6 months.

Honest-to-god convo with Daisy, one of my 4 year-old twins, later in the day:

D: Mommy, did the doctor look at Lilah's bottom?
Me: Yes.
D: Did she have to take her pants off?
Me: Yes.
D: Did she lay down on her stomach?
Me: Yes.
D: Gee, I wish I could do that.



So I'm wondering about this phenomenon. Why is it that my kids pretty much ignore me until I'm either on the phone or sit down (like, to eat)? What is up with that? They barely register that I exist until the second I'm on the phone, and then suddenly, they desperately need something from me RIGHT NOW!!!


I'm glad it's Friday. I'm glad that for the next two days I don't have to get up at 5:30 a.m. (the kids will still have me up by 6 or 6:30, but I swear that feels like such a luxury these days). I'm glad that tomorrow morning I will dress the twins in their leotards and tutus and take them to dance class. I'm glad that one more week of radiation and chemo are behind Michael. He's about halfway through the first phase of his treatment now. Since the doc stopped the chemo yesterday, his feet are hurting a bit less, but his mouth is still very sore. He's pretty much living on soup and shakes these days.

It's funny how I've started looking at his treatment in terms of a pregnancy as far as timeline, because from start to finish, it will have been about the length of a pregnancy. And I remember all the times I was pregnant, how in the beginning, it seems like the end is soooooooo far away, but the weeks march by and before you know it, it's over.

I just want this all behind us.

And that's all I have to say about that.


sakun said...

hi lisa...thinking of you guys everyday. I so wish you & michael were not going thru this everyday but you are & I am always sending both of u love & hugs & powerful healing thoughts!! : ) p.s. um I wanna meet daisy..that is hilarious!

Wendy P said...

preach it, sister - re: kids and phone calls. Mine don't even know I exist until I pick up the telephone - then they're ravenous, dehydrated, and need their butts wiped.

Wendy P said...

Ok, I'm still laughing about the "Weirdo" part of this post. Everytime my kids have done something odd this week, I've thought about it. And that's often.

Amy@Bitchin'WivesClub said...

Gah. My kids do the same darn thing when I get on the phone. And when I do succeed in ignoring them.... invariably, when asked what was SO IMPORTANT, they say ... uh... uh...i can't remember. Losers. :)