Happy Birthday, Mom (I think it's her 45th.)
Patty is again feeling under the weather today, although she thinks she is doing better overall than after previous infusions of Cytoxan/Rituxan. She has been struggling with headaches and mild nausea, along with fatigue. She has been taking a nice long nap this afternoon. Earlier, she had a conversation with her transplant coordinator, who has some ideas about how they might make Patty more visible if and when donor hearts become available; we've been asked not to discuss specifics at this time, so that's all I can share for now.
Devin and I spoke last night. He has applied for a program that would see him divide his time between a college program, an apprenticeship at a restaurant and his regular high school classes. Our understanding is that his career goal is to become a chef. We like dining out, so we're all for this aspiration. The other kids are also doing well. PJ is preparing for a role in his school's production of Damn Yankees, and also making plans for his first prom.
Our kitchen faucet broke in Connor's hand yesterday, so I made a mad dash to Home Depot before they closed last night. Our good friend Kevin installed the replacement faucet for us today, since I have almost no handyman skills; he has helped us many times before when things have broken. Thanks, Kevin. We seem to have had an inordinate number of product failures in recent months -- our car, our fridge, our kitchen faucet -- which is more than a little frustrating. Thankfully, our friends have saved us from big-ticket expenses at such times.