The ABBA songs ended. No more ABBA and no more sugar in the Hook household. Hook is convinced I’m obsessed with sugar and I’m convinced he has selective hearing. At his final appointment with the surgeon last week, Hook mentioned to the doctor that he’d had a glass of wine the other night. The surgeon … Continue reading The Sugar Nazi
I’m listening to ABBA’s Dancing Queen right now because last night, Hook and I watched Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. By the end of the movie, we both wanted to hear more Mama Mia! How many people would be willing to admit that out loud to the world? If you live in Texas and you … Continue reading Sometimes We All Need a Little ABBA
There’s something that’s been bothering me that I’ve been pretending doesn’t bother me and every time it comes up, I get a little more pissed than the last time it came up. It would seem that if I just wrote about it here that this might relieve some of the tension or perhaps help me … Continue reading Who Deserves Cancer?
Hook hasn't fallen down so no worries there. That title actually applies to me and I'll get to that in a moment, but first a quick update on Hook for all those Hook groupies out there. The Amazing Power of Hook's Body The last of the I.V.s was removed on Friday when Hook met with … Continue reading Falling Down and Getting Back Up Again
In an hour, I’ll leave the house and drive to the hospital to pick up Hook for his re-discharge. Before I left the hospital last night, I asked Hook if he had any new year's resolutions. I half expected him to say, ‘I don’t make new year’s resolutions’. But, I knew this second stay at … Continue reading Thrive in 2013
Before reading, you might want to repeat after me: It's all going to be okay. It will all be O-K. Hook and I are sitting in St. David's Emergency Room not because we have an emergency or even a critical situation. Rather, after visiting with the surgeon this morning, we all decided (the surgeon, Hook, … Continue reading How Far Will a Man Go to Watch Football on ESPN?
As I sit in the hospital cafeteria and dream of life outside the walls of St. David’s, my POW-stricken husband lies in his 5th floor room being poked, prodded, picked, and occasionally pampered. With a hollowed, gaunt look of someone who has been starved and beaten, Hook’s recovery continues but his appetite struggles to rise … Continue reading The Great Hook Escape