Ric's blood work came back normal. Well, the protein levels were still low, but his thyroid tests were okay. I think it is just going to have to take some time for him to get his weight up. It has been one year since our lives changed forever. One of the nurses told him it could take two years or more before he gets his strength back. he was pretty discouraged since it has been a year since the diagnosis, although not quite that long since the weight just slipped off his body. I have noticed the past couple of weeks that he has definitely been in a much better mood. Hopefully he has found a good "place" and can accept the long wait for his weight and strength can come back.

My cousin is getting another scope this week to make sure everything is okay. His PET scan was clean, but they want to make sure everything is okay. We are keeping our fingers crossed and are very hopefully that he will be fine.

My friend who has colon cancer is not doing well. We have known for awhile that the cancer has spread to the lungs, but she is now on oxygen and no longer comes to church. It is sad for everyone. Her daughter came to church today and was having a bit of a hard time. Those bad moments come and go, but there are still some happy moments. I know she was very happy to hear that Ric's tests came back good She told me later that she wanted to clap when she heard that.

I sometimes wonder why some people have to suffer so much with the cancer. It was so hard for Ric and I to deal with his cancer, and we are profoundly thankful that his cancer is "gone". We are thankful that his mother's cancer is in remission. But we have friends whose path is not as "smooth". Their cancer has not responded well to the treatments and it is so hard for me to not be angry, even though I know that they are getting the best care possible.

I was thinking the other day about all the research the University does for cancer, including my boss. I get very irritated by people who say using animals for cancer research is wrong. It is understandable that people don't want to see cute little ratties being subjected to treatments ,but you know, if it weren't for this type of research, Ric's cancer would have been a death sentence. His mother would have died from the lymphoma. My uncle would not have lived for years with mesothelioma. I wish that a cure for all cancers would be found. That we didn't have to watch our loved ones struggling with their illnesses.

I just seem to be having one of those days.