We signed the adoption papers today and picked them up. One’s a darling boy and a precious little girl. We are excited to have them as part of our family. Unfortunately Smokey the cat isn’t real thrilled about the new additions. The jealousy has been oozing from him, since we got them. It may take a couple of months for him to adjust, but eventually I think he will. If not, it’s off to the kitty doctor for some kitty tranquilizers. He is already quite high-strung, so that wouldn’t be such a bad idea anyway.
Here is a photo of our new babies. The black kitten is the girl, and Tayler named her Bella. The grey big one, Bella’s brother, and the biggest one in the liter, is none other than Mr. Big. Most likely to become plain ol’ Big with time.
In some other good news, Paul’s last two radiation treatments are tomorrow! He has one at 6:00 AM and then again at 5:30 PM. His energy levels have made it harder this week. But he has perservered, never swaying in his hours at work. In celebration, we’re dropping the new babies off with a friend for the week. Rachel has generously agreed to check on Smokey a couple of times while we are away. And then, Paul and I are taking off for the San Diego Beaches for the week!
It couldn’t come at a better time! A week of laying on the Beach, catching up on reading, and nothing more stressful than where we’re going to eat. As the kids are off in Washington at Bible camp, this was the perfect opportunity to sneek away, just the two of us! He doesn’t know it yet, but I plan on (gently) jumping his bones as soon as I get his butt in that hotel room! Ssshhhh. It’s a secret. So when you’re done vomiting at the thought of middle-aged sex, keep it a secret. And don’t worry, I plan on doing most of the work! 
So to friends one and all, I wish you a wonderful weekend and upcoming week as well. I will be taking my copy of Moose by Stephanie Klein, and finishing it on the beach. I love her writing, and if I didn’t spend half the time I do on this computer, I would have finished it by now. Paul picked up three mystery, crime, killing crap books to read too. (I’m joking. About the books being crap) Sorry. My humor is so dry, it doesn’t qualify as humor. I’m OK with that! 
INSURANCE RANT
I do have to say, I don’t know how most people afford these treatments! Even with insurance, the price is outrageous, and it will take us more than a couple of months of playing the catch-up game, thanks to this treatment. Seems like adding insult to injury to me. First, they tell you that you have cancer. Then they tell you that taking out the prostate surgically will be the best shot at getting rid of it. Then, TA-DA! Nope, you still have cancer, and need radiation treatments for a couple of months. Every day of the week, except weekends. At close to $100 a treatment. That’s just what we owe them! Not including what the insurance covers. The insurance of course, mid treatments decides that this is not therapy but diagnostic. Why? Because it is a form of X-ray. (They pay less that way) Having worked in a hospital for a decade, and talking to a few people in medical insurance claims and medical staff, not one could believe the stretch they’re pulling on this one! I really can’t understand how healthcare has become so out of reach in price, and the insurance companies get to decide what they will or won’t pay. I don’t usuually talk about money on my blog, but the injustice in this system that is America’s healthcare is jaw dropping. My prayers go out to some friends that are dealing with this right now, as well as anyone who has the misfortune to get cancer, or sick in this country. I honestly have never been more shocked. And trust me I’ve seen some shocking things in my time. Partcipated in a few while I was at it.
Ok, I’ll quit whining.If I allow myself to feel the anger and rage at both the healthcare system and the insurance companies that try their best to rule them....I can’t. But on that note, may I say, that having a healthcare provider insinuate that they will possibly stop treatment, if we didn’t pay the huge gap between what the insurance decided to pay and what they were led to believe was paid for treatments; that brought me to my truly jaded attitude. We were making hefty payments as it was. Every. single. day. It really breaks my heart to think of what happens if God forbid you’re without insurance, or just barely make enough to pay the bills.
OK, I’m done babbling for now. The computer withdrawals should be over by the time we hit San Diego tomorrow night. But just in case, I am smuggling my laptop with me. Another secret.
Love,
3T
