I am sitting in the basement on the computer trying desperately to ignore the cricket serenading me from some other corner of the room.  My family has been asleep for hours.  Silently I have struck a deal with this insect, that if he stays far from me, I won’t try to squish him. 

Not a big bug fan, and since a quick google search shows me a photo of one of his distant cousins, I have strengthened my resolve not to meet the cricket tonight.  I don’t mind bugs, when they live outside where they belong.  I just don’t like them taking residence in my house!

So, he continues to sing, as I put 4 stamps on the CD of the sonograms of my abdomen from April and last Novemeber.  I included the reports and a cover letter to the oncologist.  Off they will go tomorrow, and hopefully they will safely arrive.  See I am really and truly ready to hear the definitive word that the spleen stays.  One more week…

Week – what a week it was.  I swear I am still sore from the boxes earlier in the week.  A true sign that I lost a lot of strength post operatively.  But, I am moved in.  And, after 2 hours on a Friday afternoon after the students, and most of the teachers had left – I am largely set up.  Finally!

Meghan loved her 4th grade teacher, even if it isn’t the one she originally wanted.  This one has all the skill, kindness and compassion of the other.  It will be a great year for her – academically.

Still so many medical questions unanswered.  I am so intrigued as to how a pituitary that is over working can be too small.  I am even more intrigued that this keeps only me, and apparently the cricket, up at night.

Answers.  I need answers instead of more questions.  But I fear it just isn’t to be.  So, I will head to bed before I am forced to meet the insect that has been singing my lullaby for the last 2 hours.