December 5, 2019

HUGS





Captain Poolie.

·       I remembered a nurse who cared for Poolie yesterday.Not even she could get a blood draw.
·       The doc says that my immune system  is in really good shape.
·       My core is really weak.  I need to build it up before more chemo. 
·       I’m allowed to go back in the pool.
·       Oh, Hurrah!!!!
·       George is wonderful.

December 3, 2019

Ho Ho



·       Hospital foodstuffs always leave something to be desired.  My breakfast one morning consisted of very old, very brown, Rice Crispies topped with equally old, beige colored almond milk.
·       Thanksgiving sweet potatos were sauced with a great fruit.
·       Home…G has been cooking very simply.
·       The Thanksgiving meal I ordered here finally arrived.
·       Hurrah!!!!                                         
·       A HREF=http://geeeee-zer.blogspot.com/>Himself:
  Travel Tuesday….and we woke at 4. He’s got the one room clean, and he’s got the  trash out, the laundry on,, and me fed.
·       Myself:  Friday: more chemo.

A very bad High school Prom.







  • Gratitude’s:  Heavy George.



  • December 1, 2019

    SINGING HAIR....AND YOU CAN SEE IT TOO


                            
                                     
                                                           
    Yes. That’s my hair not a wig… tho I often used to wear one.  Today G  is going to trim my head to one inch long.  I feel quite daring too.  How about half a nanner and half an apple burrito for breakfast.  Ooooo.
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    • Himself:  I thanked the lady that helped George move down stairs profusely.
    • Myself:  Saturday….very wet bed.  Sunday morning…very dry bed but up at 2.
    • Photo:  A Don DeLamas art opening in the 80’s.  Bobbie thought that sweater looked like G.
    • Reading:  A very old Craig.
    • Gratitude’s:  George.  George.




    November 28, 2019

    A SAGA


    November 28, 2019                                                                                                                                                                                       

    I came home from the cancer center OD’d on chemotherapy.  I didn’t realize that this would happen. I did OK on Saturday.  Sunday I was ok.  Monday was slight stomach upset.  Tuesday I hit the wall.  There after it was nausea, vomiting, diarrhea, little foods, and a whole lot of sleep. By Friday the nausea  had tapered off, but I was severely dehydrated.

    Monday I couldn’t walk down the stairs..  I couldn’t stand.  G had to call 911 for a lift assist.  The next stop was a visit to the Oncologist who sent me across the hall  for infusion fluids.  Michael m had these extra infusions regularly Bobbie tells me.  I was ok for Monday  Massive dehydration…which will kill me. 

    I was able to make it upstairs, more alert then On Wednesday. I tanked. He called the infusion center, and they said to call 9/11.  911 brought me to Scripps Mercy Hospital Hillcrest remembering Poolie.    

    November 18, 2019

    MY FRIEND DIXIE

                                                           
    I met Dixie Anna at 14 and I was fifteen. Dixie was of great value to me as was her brother.  Oh, teen agers.  We three went to an alternate High School where we were not the brightest of stars.  I was the matron of honor at her wedding, and we communicated often over the years. 

    We took AMTRAK up to Oregon to visit her last year, and to see my family too.  I had been forewarned by her son that she had dementia and was fading. We found that she could only stand being with us for half an hour.  We took her home, began sharing bright and colorful cards, and heard no more from her at all.  Did I talk with her on the phone?  I don’t remember.  Her son was very kind.

    Five days ago she had a vicious stroke.  I've been  missing her, and I know that she was deeply missing her husband Ken.  Last night she died at seven PM.  Her son called.  I so appreciated this.
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    • Himself:  He’s working hard with no doctor’s appointments today. Tomorrow and Wednesday yes.
    • Myself:  Milaka took this or G took this with my camera.  Nov. 2018.
    • Photo:  Dixie and I.  2019.
    • Reading:  Just finished one.
    • Gratitude’s:  George who is taking the laundry down for me.



    November 17, 2019

    WIRINGS

                                                           
    George has been struggling for weeks to get the TV cable running again.  Not.  We had dead air, screeches, scattered and broken images, ‘we are starting, we are booting, we are welcoming you, we are starting, we are…..”  Yes, more endless interrupted by lots of phone calls and visits from techs.  One was right on the mark when he told us the existing wiring had to be bypassed.

    After another two trips to the COX store, he came home with two old style COX boxes.  Our wiring into the house is too old to run the new equipment.  George is writing our homeowner management to tell them that all of those who have cable will need to replace the house wiring for the upgraded systems.  ATT, SPECTRUM, and COX all have to upgrade…ATT has the contract, but we arrived with the other guys.

    Now we have TV again, that’s not a small thing if you are dozing in bed with TV and a book going limp as company.  As your brain fades, the words on the page glaze over and a broken TV offers no solace.
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    • Himself:  Waking Mage.  Making breakfast, making bread, and fixing the wall where the handrail came off for the sitting elevator.
    • Myself:  Spacy and dingy but getting better.  Sleeping pretty good.  Today was to be the worst day but it is not.   Hurrah!!!!
    • Photo:  My old doodle.  The hair is greyer and the sheets have changed.
    • Reading:  Another Vermont mystery.  My first husband lived there, and the names are all so familiar.  
    • Gratitude’s:  George.



    November 16, 2019

    DAY ONE: LANDING

    Not bad at all.  The MD Anderson Cancer Center has gentle and kind well in hand. The pictures on the link below make it all look much better than it is too.  If you arrive at noon, all is chaos….that’s the only problem.  We got in and on a chair and waited.  I was given a warm blanket and waited.  That sort of chaos.  Endless.

    I brought a book, and magazines, and George.  That wasn’t quite enough.  I wore tennies and should have had my UGGS on aas my feet were really cold.  I needed a pillow for my loused up knee to change position onto.  My hair has turned grey since September, yes there used to be brown in there.  And annoyingly I was asked if G was my son.  That’s sort of thing.

    Today is day 2, and all is still well.  They tell me that Sunday will be the worst.  Encouragingly, I was told that if I didn’t have morning sickness with my kids, I was unlikely to have nausea with the chemo.  I can say that my hands are shaking badly.  But I will live.          
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