Silly Willy Sappy Pappy

The elevator at the Cancer Answer smells funny. I can't decide if it has something to do with it's grand transformation from Holiday Inn to Medical Office Complex or if there is some sort of chemical seeping through the ceiling tiles.

Once you get past the funky odor in the elevator, things are quite nice.

Today as we sat in the waiting room, I stewed over how silly their slogan is. In an effort to revolt, we came up with as many ridiculous rhyming slogans as possible in the 43 minutes we waited to see the doctor. Here's what we've got so far:

-Looky looky looky, here comes Cookie, Cooks Pest Control. (Seriously?)

-One call, that's all. (How old is Ken Nugent anyway??)

-He turned my wreck into a check. (Too much daytime TV? Yes, that's what you do while on maternity leave people.)

-The thicker quicker picker-upper. Bounty!

-Takes a licking and keeps on ticking.

-Don't get mad. Get GLAD.

-Give a hoot, don't pollute.

Today was fabulous for the following reasons (in no particular order)

-Cooper Pooper (see, our child even has his very own ridiculous slogan) usually requires 3 bottles over the course of the night. We always line them up before we put him down to sleepy town (I just can't stop) and prepare them one by one in the wee hours of the night. This morning when we woke up at 7:30am, the 3 bottles were still sitting where we left them last night. Bless his bones, big boy slept right on through the night last night! Wooooooo! 8 hours! Three nights in a row. Happiness.

-We got the news that Chris' kudzu is the very best type of Hodgkins Lymphoma you can have (Classical Nodular) and is only classified as Stage II. Aside from a couple of masses in his chest, the kudzu has not grown or affected other organs. PRAISES!

-I've said it before and I'll say it again. We have the best friends and family in all the world. I had to sit down on the front porch and shed a tear of gratitude when I walked to the mailbox today. This is the third time this has happened in the last two weeks. Absolutely speechless. We are constantly amazed at how people seem to know just what to say and do at just the right time. Thank you, thank you, thank you!

-Chris will start treatment next Tuesday. He will get 8 rounds of juice, every two weeks for 3 hours at a time. Not entirely sure why 8 years of college and 2 degrees didn't allow me to calculate how many months of treatment that was without pulling out the calculator on my phone, but turns out it is only 4 months. 4. That's not even a double digit, friends. After Chris' kudzu is considered in remission, he will receive 5 weeks of radiation. Zap. Boom. Bam. Pow. (That's Chris kickin' kudzu's butt).

-Heaven's to Betsy, did you know that Chili's has the most splendid White Chocolate Molten Lava Cake!? We felt it was appropriate to celebrate our good news by piling on the calories. And glorious calories they were.

-In less than 3 weeks little Cooper's toes will be tickling the sand. Beach Trip Extravaganza 2010 planned and booked. It's not too early to start packing, is it?

-We are only 24 hours away from the next jarring episode of Toddlers and Tiaras. Hey, it's my happiness list, right?

Ok, it's 12:29am. Off to fall asleep brainstorming more ridiculous slogans. Later tater. (ha.)