Oompah Loompahs Unite!

So here is the latest on the Queen and her court. Today was a fairly slow day. It started with Char & I getting KJ into the shower. I cannot begin to describe this picture. Let’s just say, it would have been Funniest Home Videos million dollar winner if they accepted videos of two middle-aged women getting a naked middle-aged woman into the shower whilst slipping, sliding, harassing and harping on one another. Not a pretty sight but definitely pretty funny.

Then it was off to lunch, yes it took us that long with the shower, where we spent as much time laughing as we did eating. This is good since we need something to divert our attention from food these days. Seems stress brings out the voracious appetites in the Casas girls. Forget fruits & veggies. I’m talking JUNK FOOD BABY!

After lunch we picked up some medical records, printed off the rest of the weeks agenda in the business office and thought we better head back to our room so Kel could lay down. But not before stopping for ice cream, of course. Hey, it’s a long elevator ride to the fifth floor.

Once back in our room and with ice cream bellies, we attempted to get Kelly back into bed. This is when things often go south. Let me explain. Whenever it’s time to get into bed at night or out of bed in the morning, KJ can get overwhelmed. I think that moment or two she takes to prepare mentally for the physical hurtle she faces in regards to getting in & out of bed, can sometimes lead to her feeling emotionally swamped by all she is facing on a daily basis. Today was no different. As she prepared to get out of the wheelchair so we could hoist her into bed she said, “I’m starting to sink.” This means the tears are not far behind. She started in again about her weight, and feeling miserable, and hurting everywhere. It makes me mad at Cancer and sad for her every time this happens which is everyday. As I said before, I am not allowed to cry per orders of the Queen. So I did what any court jester would do. I began to sing the Oompah Loompah song from Willy Wonka. You know the one from the original Gene Wilder version. The one where Violet eats the bubblegum that makes her blow up into a giant purple ball. As I promised in song that we would roll Kelly to the Juicer in the morning to have her squeezed back to normal size, she started to laugh. I live to hear Kelly laugh these days.

So tomorrow we take Kelly to the “Juicer” aka another MRI. Then Thursday to her angiogram and Friday is surgery. Saturday is Valentines Day so it’s “Party in ICU!!” Be there or be square!