Deb Crowe Schlosser Beats Cancer

My pal, Lefty, is hiding out from rain today. She’s been looking rough lately, just like I’ve been feeling. She’s had this one wonky feather on the top of her head that reminds me of my own wonky hair. And her tail feathers aren’t as smooth as they once were. I’m wondering if other birds are giving her a hard time. The life expectancy of Pearly-eyed Thrashers can be 10 years – I wish I knew how old she is, or if she’s even a she. But I’m glad she still stops by almost daily for some banana or avocado. She really feels like the bird version of me right now, going through hard times together.

I should be getting my final dose of chemo today but I need to postpone another week or maybe not even have it. I’ve been in bed since last Thursday not really able to function. I’ll spare y’all another venting with my symptoms but I just can’t handle 2 solid weeks of this right now, although I very much wish I could get this over with sooner than later. And the neuropathy is starting to show up in my fingers & toes.

But I’m able to say sincerely every day – I’ve got it good. First off, my Steve continues to be my rock. He continues to prove what true love really is, every single day. And my circle of friends & family…. just wow. From folks bringing me mashed potatoes when I can’t stomach anything else, to my friend who is taking the ferry to St John whenever I need to take care of a client & goes in my stead. The folks who check on me daily & the folks who hand-write me cards & letters. (I promise I will respond soon). I love you all tremendously.

I’ve got someone to take care of Peanut while we are in TX, too. So life is as good as it can be right now. I’m seriously grateful. Here’s a big group hug – extra squeezy. LOVE!!!!!!!!