Feeling better

February 20, 2026

I think I’m finally starting to get my appetite back after the stress of testing and waiting for a diagnosis because I am STARVING this morning. Lately my emotional comfort drink is hot cocoa (see recipes page) so I made a cup of that and while delicious, it did nothing to satiate my hunger. Here near Hockeytown as Detroit is known, Tim Horton’s is a staple. While absolutely better in Canada, it is my chosen coffee. You all can go to Biggby, Caribou, and Starbucks but I’m 100% a Tim Horton’s girl. I’ve been off coffee for several months due to other health issues but I’ve come to like their food as well, so Dylan got me a breakfast sandwich and a Fruit Explosion muffin. 

After I finished my breakfast, Dylan and I talked for a bit, just general stuff and things that I’ll likely need for recovery. I’m not yet sure what I’ll be recovering from, but I expect that the base items remain the same. Knowing that I had to punch in early, I took a gummy (yup, one of “those”) and read in bed until it finally hit. I was hoping to sleep until 4:00-5:00 figuring that would be 7 or 8 hours but unfortunately, despite the THC, I slept until about 1:00 and that was it for me.

As we all most likely do first thing upon waking, I grabbed my phone. I had planned on playing solitaire but noticed that I had a Facebook message from someone that doesn’t usually message me. I opened the message to discover that someone I informed of my diagnosis put it on Facebook for all to see. 

Now, the person messaging me just wanted to know who the prayers were for, and didn’t ask the reason for the need for prayers. Since I’m not hiding my diagnosis, I told them. I just wanted ALL the information before making any kind of announcement. Is that even the right word? I guess we’ll just say, “before giving my extended friends/family any information”. So cautionary tale, if you don’t want the information to spread, rather maliciously or by error, tell only your comfort person. 

This, of course, meant that I wasn’t going to go back to sleep so I decided to get my day started. I putzed around a bit, made sure I had everything for dinner, and then began work. The more I thought about the information being sent out to the world wide web without my knowledge or acquiescence, the more upset I got. Again, the information is here on this blog for all to see so it wasn’t the information, it was the lack of empathy, and that I wasn’t consulted. The diagnosis is mine, not theirs, the information is mine to share with whom I choose and WHEN I choose. Caregivers: take note!

When I punched out for lunch I made a general post. Not asking for “I’m sorry” or “OMG” or anything other than letting it be information and that what I was posting was all the information that I had. I already made a separate Facebook page with my blog name and logo but hadn’t put it out to my friends list yet as I wanted to get my blog site built first.

The inconsiderate nature of this person’s Facebook post is forcing me to do things at a pace that I hadn’t planned and that is hurtful. Isn’t the diagnosis hurtful enough?

Being up so early though, allowed me to finish my first chemo hat for donation where, if I need to have chemo, I will be going. 

Knitting is repetitive enough to be soothing in its own manner and I like the idea of doing something productive for someone else, while still helping myself. Mmmm, sounds like this blog!