Blah. That's pretty much been our day. It's been another hot and humid day, but thankfully a cold front is supposed to pass through tomorrow and bring us lovely weather - just in time for our camping weekend! We're all still sick, too, and Accalia even woke up earlier than usual today because she felt too crappy to keep sleeping. Poor kid. She's just been lying around most of the day and hardly eating anything. I'm feeling pretty lousy myself, and Cory woke up this morning feeling worse than yesterday. Ella and Cole seem to be doing okay.

So that's pretty much been our day. We were supposed to meet up with some locals at a park today, but I had to cancel. Next week, though! I did take Ella and Cole to the store this evening to pick up groceries for this weekend while Accalia stayed home with Cory.

Ella continues to say more and more words - or at least what comes close to those words. Her current fave happens to be "poop", which she runs to tell me whenever she does the deed. Tonight I ordered pizza for supper, and when the delivery guy arrived, Ella yelled, "Izza!" She's also started referring to Cole as "Bole", although I suppose she could be saying "Bro." She hasn't yet attempted to say "Accalia." I can't remember offhand how Cole first said Accalia's name.

I was reading an article today about cancer and how promising the future is and how more and more people are no longer dying *of* cancer but *with* cancer since there are higher percentages of cancer survivors at the five year mark, etc. The author had breast cancer and practically gushed about the relative ease of her treatment and how she found that cancer wasn't something to fear. Now, I'm thrilled for her that she's survived and taken so much positive from her cancer experience, but I was so f*$%ing pissed by the time I'd read half of the article. Don't get me wrong, the higher rates of cancer survival are terrific and it's wonderful to hear of all of the new, successful treatments. I'm going to hang on to every thread of hope there is when I have another loved one diagnosed with cancer.

My reaction as I read this article made me realize that I'm still pretty darn bitter about Mary's fight and death, and that's something I need to release. Those are very unhealthy emotions to carry with me, and I know that's the last thing Mary would want me to carry with all this time.

Well, perhaps tomorrow I'll move on to lighter subjects...