A Beast's Valentine

This morning Bennett ran into her classroom like her head was on fire and yelled to anyone who would listen "happy Valamtimes Day" then she opened her bag of valentines and just started to give them out. She wanted so bad for me to find the one in her bag that was for herself. That is when she finally calmed down, with the disappointment that she did not make herself a valentine. Little does she know there is one in the bag for her from me and one from Pat. She will get them tomorrow. They are having a week of valentines at school. But no candy allowed, so as to respect the families that do not allow their kids to eat candy. Those poor kids. You know what's going to happen in college. I don't even have to tell you.

I woke up this morning to a huge chocolate heart (we are very casual about V day in our family) waiting for me. I will eat it tonight. As I cannot rightfully eat one more thing right now- I just about picked a roasted chicken clean for dinner tonight. It has been so long since I've had roasted chicken, it was like food from heaven. We also had a selection of Bob and Jim cheeses, some edamame and biscuits. I still don't have a great grasp on feeling full. I don't know why. Since the surgery I have a hard time telling when I am full and when I need to pee. It's like I just look at the clock and say, hmmm it's been a few hours since I peed, I think I will go. I told the docs and they were very puzzled since they didn't mess with my bladder while they were in there messing with my other organs.

I don't know if I wrote about this but the surgeon actually took my liver out from where it lives to look at the whole thing, count the tumors (10 - some very small) and then put it back. It's sort of interesting to talk to someone who has had the thought, hey this surgery is going so well, and we have a little extra time, let's palpitate her liver and then put it back. I wonder what it is like from his perspective.

That's about all I have for today. I tried to take it easy because of my cold. I am trying to let my body just take care of it. So far so good. I do have antibiotics if I need them and will be happy to take them if I need to. I decided to watch some movies to help me take it easy - warning Sleepless in Seattle is not a really a romantic comedy, it is really about a man with a young son grieving the loss of his wife. Of course she died from cancer. I watched about 20 minutes and had to turn it off and have a good cry. I watched a spy thriller instead. No tears this time, just lots of bullets.