My Kancer Kare Kit

My awesome brother and sister-in-law, Will 'n Jodi, sent this to me for Christmas. Now most of this loot would be fabulous anytime, but they put it all together for my cancer treatments. In the kit were a Zen Rock Garden, Special Foot Cream, Special Lip Balm, Special Cancer Socks, the BBC/A&E Pride and Prejudice, a Buttload of Fancy Chocolate Bars, and an Enormous Jar of Cancer-B-Gone pellets. Holy Hospital Motherlode, Batman! This makes having cancer almost fun!

One of the fun and clever things in the Kit was this pair of Special Cancer Socks. The package says "Cancer Socks: walk all over cancer," which makes me laugh every time. Plus they're really warm and comfy woolly cancer socks. I'm a little annoyed that my Komfy Kancer Sweats I had to get for recouperation made fuzzy black pills all over my Special Cancer Socks.

Then this is maybe the best and most clever part of the Kancer Kare Kit. My brother Will, an amateur pharmacist, mixed up this concoction, which the bottle tells me is "safe and effective" and not to be shared with children. My daughter Jules bought into it, hook-line-and-sinker. She asked me one day what my special Cancer Pills tasted like and I honestly answered,"cherry." I wish I could post the package insert on here. It's really hilarious. It tells me that Cancer-B-Gone pellets are not to be used by Ballerinas, Vampires, Flensers, Nazis, Indentured Servants, or Eskimos, and that this particular brand of Placebo has been associated with a higher risk of "Chocolate Baby Syndrome," a non-life threatening condition in newborns.

Will and Jodi are totally awesome and extremely clever. Just the laughter they sent with this Kit went a long way in curing my cancer, since it's the proverbial Best Medicine. You guys Rock the House!!! Thanks a billion!

My Little Scotty-dog

Well, he's not my only news lately, especially since he's been here for awhile. But he is my cutest news. He's so good and sweet. I can't fault him for anything. Most babies only cry when they need something, if you think about it. Scotty doesn't seem to need as much as other babies, especially his big brother and sister. As a result, ironically, I want to hold him and play with him and snuggle him MORE. He gets a TON of snuggle time, because he LOVES it and it calms him right down. Not to brag, but maybe a little bit, Scotty gets in our bed with Seth and me, and he sleeps right on through the night. Out in his bassinet, he wakes up a couple times a night. Maybe he's hungry, but maybe he just misses us...

Like a Baby

There's something I've been noticing about babies for the last nearly eight weeks since Scotty was born. Babies don't defer to anyone for anything. They know they have a need and they do everything they can to fill it. They find comfort and they do all that they can to keep it. They say something when things aren't right for them. They demand that their needs are met and don't apologize when their needs are met. They don't gloat either.

Scotty for example, says, "eahh..." when he's uncomfortable. We come and put our hand on his tummy and this calms and comforts him. Without thinking, he uses his little mini fists to lasso your hand to his tummy, because it's something he needs and he wants to keep it. When he's hungry, he calls out for food. You give him his lunch and he gloms right on to that, without apologizing, and then gets what he needs and falls asleep. He's unashamed to eat, because that's what he needs.

I'm not sure I'm expressing correctly the idea that I want to share. We need to be like babies. Instead of deferring to others, we should have our needs met unashamedly. I need a hug. I should call over a child or husband or friend and hug that person. There's no shame in being human. Sometimes I make scrambled eggs for breakfast and there's not enough for everyone to have all they want, so I hang back and let my family eat them all. But I love scrambled eggs, with salt and pepper, mmm, that's so tasty. Why don't I just step in and take me a reasonable-size portion, because that's what I need, and there's enough for all. Others needn't be gluttons because I'm trying to be polite. When I'm sleepy, so sleepy I can barely think, why should I stay awake watching a show to be polite? I should say, I'm too sleepy. I need to get comfy in my bed. Why would I not? Where is the glory in being a martyr every second of the day? When something is comfy or not comfy, needed or not wanted, I think we should be like babies and just claim the right to have our needs met reasonably and be calm and happy when they are and not be guilty or ashamed and definitely not gloaty or self-righteous.

Sunday Movie

We have the late church schedule, 1-4. I was just getting ready upstairs all morning and the children were playing upstairs, after being nice and quiet and calm all morning. So I just came downstairs for the first time today and the first thing I hear, is the line "...and Runaway Girls!" from Pioneers in Petticoats.

Classic!! LOVE that show!