I love the weekends when I get a lot of cooking done.  It's just so fun trying new recipes, recreating old favorites, and having the time to be able to do so.

On Sunday, my sister left for Seattle early in the morning, so I had some free time to spend on working on the 1861 corset.  (I had blogged about this in November.)  I am using duck canvas in a natural color, although it looks white in this pictures.  The style is quite different than the 16th century corsets; those were intended to give the upper body a conical shape, with a smaller waist, although the corset was not intended to make the waist smaller.

On Friday, I called the vet with my decision about Sydney Sue.  We are not doing chemo, for a variety of reasons.  I will instead treat her with Prednisone, a steroid that will keep the lymphoma and it's symptoms at bay temporarily, anywhere from 2 - 6 months.  When she starts showing symptoms again, that will be the beginning of the end.  From what I have researched, there is about 30 days for the cancer to take over with no medication.  Right now, she is doing a lot of snuffling and reverse sneezing; given that, plus the nose bleed she had last week, I suspect the cancer is very much in t

It started a few weeks ago;  when Tara came over to cook and hang out, I complained to him that Sydney Sue was having an off day.  Earlier that day, she wanted to go out; I let her out, and she just stood on the patio, staring at nothing, not moving.  I watched her, and she just stood there. After a few minutes, I made her come back in.  Tara looked at her, checked her lymph nodes, and pointed out that they were a bit swollen.

I am completely enamored. I get a little warm and tingly on the inside when I think about my newest love. You know how it is... can't stop thinking, dreaming, sighing...

...sigh...

But it's totally justified in my case.  And well earned. But first, I have to digress a little, give a little background.