Dear Diary Monday...

So the weekend did not turn out well. Dylan and I got Chinese food on Friday and it started to look like we had food poisoning....we ended up going to bed pretty early. Saturday morning I was feeling pretty good so Dylan and I, and my folks, ended up picking our two plum trees in the backyard and did a bit of pruning. Dylan and I then hung out all day and as the day progressed, I could tell Dylan was not feeling well. By yesterday, he was pretty sick and ended up calling in sick to work last night. This morning, he doesn't look much better. And since I have been here to work I have already had one co-worker call in sick and three more have walked in talking about how sick they were all weekend....one is hacking up a lung while she is talking. Oh the joy of flu and cold season is already beginning!!! So, needless to say, I am already planning on getting it. I think it may have started because I have a fever, but I am just really hoping that it means that I am running hot today or something. I HATE being sick and am sooo pathetic.

Other bad news is that my cousin Gary went to see his oncologist on Wednesday and was told that in the surgery, they extracted three lymph nodes and now all the final tests have come back...he has stage 4 cancer. He is still going to undergo chemotherapy but the chances of "killing" the cancer are pretty much nill. He is getting a better attitude so I am hoping he is going to have the will to fight this. Gary has just tooo much to live for with all of his kids, his grandkids, and I know he wants to be around to see his great grandkids too. And my selfish reason for wanting him to fight is my Dad....my Dad adores his nephews and this would just be one more depressing thing for my Father.