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Days of chaos have shifted some--lost track of things on Friday, Saturday and today. Lots of things were happening--but not all were being shared. So there were these unspoken thoughts--and people got sick (are still sick). I lost Friday in the haze--spent time trying to link to the Olympics.

Turned out that daughter was having to induce a purge on her pregnancy--sounded like the fetus just wasn't viable and needed to be cleared. BH was trying to keep things normal--which wasn't working and he was getting stressed. Kids were ill--along with some adults. He was trying to keep things with the kids on schedule--but he was falling behind on everything. The stress was palpable--and he was going to have to work on the weekend.

The chaos and arguments made me feel like I just wanted to find a quiet cave--and hide inside while the until the storms played out. I don't do well when there is loudness and hostility--I can't cope with such turmoil.

I went to RSB class on Saturday--and spent a fair amount of time pulling the medical history documents filled out and printed.

The ex-wife came here on Friday to help out with everything--she, of course, was also dealing with the turmoil of ending her latest marriage. She and her current spouse were unlinking--an event that always seemed most likely just based on surface observation. Number 5 makes for a lot of nuptials--wonder if she'll try for 6?

I got a PET Scan scheduled for 2/20--will see the oncologist on 2/27. The lump is shrinking--not quickly or a lot. But it is responding to the treatment--and the other things I'm doing (dancing, boxing, eating, using enzymes, resetting my system to an alkaline basis).

My work that I did to put my medical data on the computer was the first real task I've done in a few years--since around 2005 or 13 years ago. It's not that I can't do it--it just takes me a really long time versus how I once could do things faster. I feel like I'm caught in a stream of molasses--and I'm caught in slo-mo.