When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when I'm feeling sad

My support group is organizing a fun event next in December.  After all the heart break of losing members this year and stress we go through, we need to let off steam.

We are organizing a group trip to the  famous (maybe just in San Francisco) Sound of Music Sing-along on December 5th.  I'm working on costumes.
What should I go as a Von Trapp child, a nun or a lonely goatherd?

Got my tumor markers, and they continue to decrease a little, which is a relief- although they'll never be at zero.  I've been on chemotherapy now for 8 rounds, over 6 months.   Frankly, I'm sick of it.  Next wednesday is my third round of Doxil.  I have a PET CT scheduled for December 15th and then I will talk to Dr. C about whether we can take a vacation from chemo.

Starting a writing class tonight, I'll post the first few pages of my story later in the week.

Auf wiedersehen

Zigzags of Treachery

I made it to my first personal training session -- I found this fantastic person -- Jane Clark, who has been helping people with cancer get some strength back.  We're working on core strength, and moving slowly, so I don't hurt myself and wind up back on the sofa.  I feel like an old lady, so week and puffy.  But I'm proud of myself for getting out there.
I've been working hard on my writing,  I'll share a chapter soon, I'd love some input, it's a mystery novel, and my hero is living with cancer.  I've been obsessively reading Dashiell Hammett.  Wow his detective fiction is the cat's pajamas!

Things are OK here in san francisco, the sun is out, and I'm trying to stay positive.
My emotions zigzag every day.
One minute you feel like a normal, average person and the next, someone at your HMO talks to you as if you're dead man walking.  A punch in the gut from a suit, as Hammett might put it.
This is a close up of one of my Egyptian collages, all those sexy hieroglyphic gals are Barbie.