“What’s on your plans for the day?” were the first words I heard this morning. “I’m hoping to go to sewing group for the last time before Chemo” So I thought, I have 3 full days ahead of me before the storm begins. So I shared some thoughts of things I’d like to get accomplished. Working in the south flower garden dividing the iris would be good; finishing up some yard work as if it was late September since there…
This moring as we ate breakfast, I asked google to play some Geroge Strait for my wife. George is her favorite singer, always has been, always will be. Google said “sure, here is some George Strait from your Google Library”. As a smile came to my struggling wife’s face, the song “I’m here for a good time” came on that magic box. We both listened intently to the words which seemed to be speaking to both of us: I’m not…
Yesterday afternoon we traveled back to Rush in Chicago for a couple of appointments and quick surgery. Not sure how else to describe these jaunts up there. We checked into the Marriot Hotel located catty-corner from the Hospital, convieneint for this trip. I left Suzanne in the room as I trecked the 2 blocks to meet with billing and deliver the checks needed to insure her treatments will start next Monday. Computer issues at that point kept them from posting…
When I woke up the other morning and rolled over to see if Suzanne was awake, I was greeted with 2 very wide-open eyes and the words ‘I got to tell you my dream’ At that point, what she described was a nightmare, and she remembered it in pretty good detail. I was in the operating room but I’m not quite sure why. Then I heard someone talking about getting out the paddles, someone else saying charging, the Dr. yelling…
Cherrished friend of ours brought us some fresh peaches the other day. Anxious to use them, Suzanne looked up a new recipie to bring for Sunday dinner with her dad. She worked all afternoon Saturday, pealing peaches, rolling dough, and baking the pie. After we finished our dinner today, Suzanne brought out that peach pie for her dad to enjoy. As he finished his piece he made the comment “you need more practice”. Now you need to know the pre-text…
You know that feeling when the weatherman says tonight will be the first frost this fall; Or the yard needs mowing and a storm is brewing, Or you are leaving on vacation in two days; or company is coming and the house is a mess. That’s sort of how it felt today. Knowing that our usual Sunday will be busy taking care of Suzanne’s dad in St. Joseph; Monday we have to be in Chicago around noon; Tuesday we’ll get…
Everything is set for Suzanne to have her Chemotherapy Port put in early on Tuesday Morning. It has all been pre-paid so there shouldn’t be any drama with the financial department like we had the other day. Since it is scheduled very early in the morning, we plan on going up the night before so we don’t have to deal with delays in traffic. We got another call this morning that someone somewhere has ordered a hearing test to be…
2 Meetings 11 Phone Calls 51 Text Messages I’m sure that for many people these numbers aren’t very impressive. For me, it’s usually exciting just to get one text message or even a phone call. It’s a chance to take a break from whatever I’m doing and let my mind focus on something else. Today, I felt like I couldn’t get away from it all and needed to stay around the house. Calls to confirm upcoming appointments, discuss billing, schedule…
How was your day? Yea . . . OK . . . Yea . . . Well, let me tell you about mine. The day started off pretty well with our first appointment on time. A consultation for the port they will put into Suzanne’s upper chest to administer the Chemotherapy. A quick lunch and off to the next appointment. Then the wheels fell off, and not just one, all four! They called us back to the room for the…
‘Oh, to be a kid again’. You hear that from people of all ages. Yesterday I felt that way a little as I spent the morning with my grandson Wyatt. I needed to finish working on an area in my pond before fall set in and while the water was still warm enough to be in the pond. I had created a wood pier looking area that needed rock on the pond side to finish it off. Wyatt was eager…