A slice of normal pie?

AS IF that were possible! Nothing is normal around here. Here is a rundown of recent events:
My mom's cancer is progressing at a rate considered slow for such an aggressive cancer. A little education: When you get a CA125 test, your level should be under 70 if you are normal. She is excited that hers is only 4500 instead of the projected 6000. That means it's likely that the drugs are working. If she lives 4 years, she will surprise all of medical science. I reckon she will make it 8 because she has to be #1. At that rate, she will be the ONLY one with this kind of cancer to survive that long, but lets not bother with details. I was blessed to receive this information about her through my dear cousin (thank you for going through the stresses of dealing with her to keep me informed), since my mother blocked me from all contact (even facebook). Much like she used my mistakes from 21 years ago against me, I will share the information of her current health status with the people to whom it matters. I don't think it is cruel, as she set the standard a long time ago. I, however, will not stoop to the depths of sharing falsehoods as she has.
 My husband's surgery was moved to the 30th of July. The anesthesiologist had stayed very late on another surgery, so they sent him home to sleep. I'm grateful that they did so he didn't fall asleep during the surgery. They are reconstructing his good ankle in the hopes that, 6 months from now, they can reconstruct the bad one or just amputate the foot. I have mixed feelings about being married to the one legged man. Not that we would divorce for that reason, we have several other reasons to drive each other away, why make it about a foot? No, it's just that I have weird feelings about him having one foot. I will likely get over this.
I finished making 2 dresses for the girls and I knitted a little reticule as well. I'm quite proud of actually finishing 3 things in one week!
The visits with the girls have been transitioned into therapeutic time instead of 'structured parenting time.' I don't like the therapist at all, but what choice do I have? We still meet every week, but it has been cut to 1 hour from 1.5. The therapist offers suggestions like 'touch her back to let her know you're still there.' Ok, she's looking at me, could I be reinforcing a positive behavior with touch instead of 'letting her know I'm still there?' Possible.
Our case worker bought her tv from me about a month ago while working at BB. She is one of the reasons I quit (there were a great many). The longer I keep the secret of it, the more it makes me feel like it was a conflict of interests. She stands us up for appointments, lies blatantly about us behind our backs, tells me 'off the record' things about the case that unverifiable because they're 'off the record,' and shows a general disinterest. I made an appointment with her supervisor for Friday because I am concerned and really feel like she is duplicitous - as if her goal is not to reunite the family, but to give them to my mom. I feel like her agenda is more important than the family, which is wrong. I want to ask for a list of exactly what I need to do to get my kids back.
Other than that, I have just been PMS'ing really horrifyingly bad, which comes out as a normal person instead of a passive aggressive person. I actually speak my mind like I used to. This is causing conflict with my poor husband, who is accustomed to a quiet, reserved, let him make his own mistakes and suffer the consequences wife. I know, right? Me? Whodathunk!! I have been beaten into submission by men to the point of only returning to normal when the hormonal imbalance reaches 'homicidal fury' in normal women. Oh, and because of the hormones, I am going vegetarian until they calm down a bit. It's just too much when I can't control it.
I have been going to counseling and learning tricks on how to be a more assertive person without coming across as the flag-ship enterprise of women's hormonal issues. Instead of attacks, I re-phrase the statements as 'I feel' instead of 'you jerk!' I hope it helps. (giggles silently)