So with that said, I ran errands. Went to the bank to sort out some debt, and went to Target to buy groceries. Spent 80-ish dollars on trivial things like food. Then Kibbin had to go to school so he dropped me off at Mommy's house so I could play with my cats, Simmy and Pippin. Oh, and also to play with my sister, JJ.
Simmy is a large Maine Coon tabby cat. She's 7. She is my sweet little baby kitty and I hate that I can't have her at my house. Pippin is a tuxedo kitty, 2 and 1/2, and he is a big baby, in the bad way. He is needy and my Dad hates him.
I waxed my eyebrows with JJ and accidentally made hers a little too short. Then Mommy told me about her treatment. She will have to have Chemotherapy again. This is a blow to the whole family. My mother is the purest, sweetest person I know. She survived breast cancer. Everyone who has met my mother loves her. The community loves her so much, they organized a meal-delivery for my family. Once every three days, someone brings the family dinner, so Mommy doesn't have to cook. She has 4 prayer shawls, and the top of the entertainment center is just covered in get-well cards. They send cash, gift cards, LOTS of food, and anything else they can think of. But even with all the support, it's up to my mother to battle her illness. If she is still too weak from her last bout of cancer 5 years ago, she might not make it. My sister is only 13, she can't live without her mommy. I don't want her to die yet, she can't. I still need her. It's not fair that she has to do this twice! TWICE! I wish I could murder her doctors slowly for letting her "slip through the crack", as they so charmingly put it.
Anyway, I was supposed to go shopping with Mommy and JJ for some new clothes, but she's bleeding and the doctors told her to stay off her feet until it stops.
So I came home, talked with my girlfriend, and did laundry. In the past 48 hours I have done 10 loads of laundry. For two people. Ha!
Here's Simmy:
