Found out a friend of mine very likely has lung cancer, metastasised from her original breast cancer. This breaks my heart. I just can’t put into words how I feel.

Had lunch with the Lunch Group yesterday at Middleton Tavern and did all the driving for the day (about 2 and a half hours worth).

Learning to cope with Sjogren’s by using lubricants 3 or 4 times a day. Hand cream, Eye drops, Nose rinse, mouth lubricant (did you even know there was such a thing? It’s called Biotene Gel), etc. Staying on top of things before letting any area get dry seems to help.

Rod and I both took unintentional naps today. We drifted to sleep watching TV after we had our breakfast.

Tomorrow is a public holiday – Queens Birthday – which made today’s lack of doing anything useful tolerable – after all it’s a holiday weekend. What better time is there to slack off and relax a bit?

I’m still heart broken over my friend. She’s been through hell. Her arsehole ex-husband left her after she recovered from breast cancer treatment with the excuse ‘I just couldn’t handle it if she gets cancer again.’ Now she’s alone, and going through more bullcrap. Sigh. I bet he STILL can’t handle it and by god, I hope when he finds out, the guilt hits him where he feels it most. Selfish sonofa… Oh, I’ll leave it there. I could write heaps about this though. Burns me up.