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Apr. 5th, 2016 06:24 pmrosetattooWho: Rose Shaw and Damien Larson
What: Catching up
Where: Shaw & Watson home, Upper East Side
When: Tuesday morning
Rose was going okay with her treatment. In the grander scheme of things, she had been lucky with the chemo. She had good days, and usually was only at her worst in the few days following a treatment. In the meantime, she had lost her hair, which was fine. She expected that. It hadn't taken her long to turn to a wig for the pure and simple reason, she didn't want to frighten Daisy not having hair. However, to spice things up, she had gone brunette just for the hell of it. She and Angel together had made the choice to get a full-time housekeeper when Rose was diagnosed with ovarian cancer that at spread to her uterus. Because of the seriousness of the operation she had undergone, being a total hysterectomy, Angel wanted them to worry about the things that mattered. He had plenty of cash, they could afford staff. Housekeeper it was, and Daisy was put into care with Nat for three days a week, for about 5 hours each day just to give Rose a rest.
They couldn't ignore the fact either that Angel had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. As much as he wanted to take the entirety of the reigns when Rose fell ill, he needed to be careful of his own health. Today was one of his bad days and he was bedridden, but Daisy didn't have daycare that day, and with Rose not feeling so bad herself, she was home with her little girl while somewhere on the other side of the spacious apartment, Beau and Austin were juggling new daddy duties with little Elliott. The last few days, Rose hadn't been feeling well and had a lot of time resting, but she didn't want to stay in bed when she felt better.
Daisy, who at nearly two years old now, wasn't a baby anymore, but a lively toddler. She was walking well for her age and had her little toddler babbles. She knew some words, and was communicating with what she wanted and didn't. Like many toddlers, 'NO' was one of her favourite words. She was such a good little girl, though. She seemed to have an understanding that mommy was sick on some level, or maybe she was just a pleasant and well-behaved baby in general. She always had been.
That morning, Rose was resting on the sofa with Daisy on her lap watching the Frozen sing-a-long DVDs on the huge TV on the wall. The doorbell rang, and soon, the housekeeper came through and told Rose she had a visitor. Her eyebrows rose in surprise because she hadn't been expecting anyone. They had been keeping the visitors to the minimum with a newborn in the house. "Okay, send them through," she agreed with a smile.
What: Catching up
Where: Shaw & Watson home, Upper East Side
When: Tuesday morning
Rose was going okay with her treatment. In the grander scheme of things, she had been lucky with the chemo. She had good days, and usually was only at her worst in the few days following a treatment. In the meantime, she had lost her hair, which was fine. She expected that. It hadn't taken her long to turn to a wig for the pure and simple reason, she didn't want to frighten Daisy not having hair. However, to spice things up, she had gone brunette just for the hell of it. She and Angel together had made the choice to get a full-time housekeeper when Rose was diagnosed with ovarian cancer that at spread to her uterus. Because of the seriousness of the operation she had undergone, being a total hysterectomy, Angel wanted them to worry about the things that mattered. He had plenty of cash, they could afford staff. Housekeeper it was, and Daisy was put into care with Nat for three days a week, for about 5 hours each day just to give Rose a rest.
They couldn't ignore the fact either that Angel had Chronic Fatigue Syndrome. As much as he wanted to take the entirety of the reigns when Rose fell ill, he needed to be careful of his own health. Today was one of his bad days and he was bedridden, but Daisy didn't have daycare that day, and with Rose not feeling so bad herself, she was home with her little girl while somewhere on the other side of the spacious apartment, Beau and Austin were juggling new daddy duties with little Elliott. The last few days, Rose hadn't been feeling well and had a lot of time resting, but she didn't want to stay in bed when she felt better.
Daisy, who at nearly two years old now, wasn't a baby anymore, but a lively toddler. She was walking well for her age and had her little toddler babbles. She knew some words, and was communicating with what she wanted and didn't. Like many toddlers, 'NO' was one of her favourite words. She was such a good little girl, though. She seemed to have an understanding that mommy was sick on some level, or maybe she was just a pleasant and well-behaved baby in general. She always had been.
That morning, Rose was resting on the sofa with Daisy on her lap watching the Frozen sing-a-long DVDs on the huge TV on the wall. The doorbell rang, and soon, the housekeeper came through and told Rose she had a visitor. Her eyebrows rose in surprise because she hadn't been expecting anyone. They had been keeping the visitors to the minimum with a newborn in the house. "Okay, send them through," she agreed with a smile.
truthrunswildDad, can we go away somewhere cool on the weekend? And bring Shannon and Walker with us?