Cancer is stupid and I really can't find anything nice to say about it, so I've decided to ignore it for the rest of this update. After all, there are other things going on in my life. I can barely remember what they are, but I'm sure they exist. So there.

In the middle of the disastrous mess commonly known as last week, I received two phone calls. The first was to let me know that Mom's dress for my wedding had arrived. The second was to let me know that my dress was also ready. How's that for timing? And while that was by far not the worst thing to happen in recent memory, it left me extra miserable. How dare my dress arrive while I was busy dying on the couch!

Seeing as how my mom was just as cooped up as me, only more capable of walking without falling over, she had no problems going to her dress store on Sunday. She had fun strutting around the store in her shiny Jimmy Choo shoes and sparkly dress. I had fun not being in the house. Matt had fun sitting in a corner and pretending he was somewhere else.

After lunch, which was also outside our domicile, I wanted a shiny new wedding toy. Ideally I would have tried on my dress, but apparently it's hard to make an appointment ahead of time when you have no idea if you'll be alive on a given day. Instead, I had to make due with a trip to Tiffany's. Alas, woe is me.

I knew which wedding band I wanted. Any guesses? No? Oh fine. The one that matches my engagement ring! Easiest decision I ever made. Matt pondered a bit, then chose the one I knew he'd choose. My mom seemed to approve of our choices, or at least she didn't complain audibly.

The nice lady behind the counter asked if I wanted to wear my ring home, but Matt said no. Also, that would have been slightly very odd. In the pretty blue box with a white bow it went. Matt's had to be ordered in his size, so he has to wait a couple of days to not wear his ring. And then we'll both have to wait while they are engraved. And then wait until September. If only I was better at the whole patience thing. At least I can admire the box.

Now where is the picture of the aforementioned shiny wedding band that matches my engagement ring so perfectly? Why, there is none! To take a picture I'd have to unwrap the also aforementioned ribbon, and there's no way I can retie it properly. It's all about priorities.

In other wedding news, we have a newly revised list of things we should have done two months ago. Since we were slightly preoccupied with doctor-type activities, we may have fallen a bit behind. Luckily, we have a whole week and a half before chemo ruins my life again! We're doomed! Dooooooooooomed! But that's why we have a wedding planner and a signed contract that says she'll help figure everything out. Take that subspace!