Saturday, October 31, 2009

Halloween - Sweet Taters - Festivals!




The North Carolina Sweet Potato Festival is being held this weekend in Snow Hill....yes, in little ole Snow Hill.  Unfortunately, the weather did not cooperate and there was rain part of the day.  All in all, it was still a fine festival and kudos to Misty and lots of others that work so hard to coordinate something this big.  


There were french fried sweet potatoes, sweet potato biscuits, sweet potato ice cream, sweet potato bread, sweet potato muffins, sweet potato pie...am I starting to sound like Forrest Gump yet?


John was working the Ham Produce - Yamco booth at the festival from 1-4 today and I went out to enjoy the time with him.  Lots of good food and good people.  Thanks Linda for the wonderful sweet potato pie you put in my wagon and sent home with me.  It was a left over from the Sweet Potato Pie eating contest.  But, guess it is not a left over now cause I just ate it.  My taste buds have been a little iffy since being on chemo, but they kicked into high gear for the tater pie.  It was delicious.


And of course, you can't have a festival without dressing up your taters! Awesome taters Adam.





Hope everyone has a safe Halloween Eve...here's the jack-o-lantern I carved when my friend, Linda Lucy came on Thursday.  Couldn't let the night go by without lighting it up.  Sure wish I could have stayed for all the beach music tonight but needed to get home.







PCQ

Friday, October 30, 2009

Radiation Treatment #25 - Checked Off

Completed my 25th radiation and chemotherapy treatment today.  Was hoping to talk with the doctor about the scan I had on Tuesday but it didn't happen.  The technician I did talk with, told me the doctor could not give diagnosis on the scan as to whether the mass has decreased and it is hard to determine at this point because the growth will be impacted from the radiation for some time after the regime is completed.  She said only my oncologist could do that and the scan is used to make sure I was progressing as expected and for use in focus of the final 5 treatments.  Less collateral damage, though her words were, "we will narrow the cone of entry so less of your small intestines and other organs will be impacted."  Less collateral damage.  I can embrace that.  My insides feel like they have been under a rolling pin.  Even the slightest move hurts...even sitting still hurts.  It will ease a bit over the weekend with no treatment, but then comes Monday.  At least this will be my final week.



I really wanted to wear my clown costume but decided to wear my witch outfit to the radiation treatment today.  My clown costume requires major disrobing so the witch clothes won out.  Coming out of the treatment area into a crowded waiting room, I closed the door, looked at those waiting and said, "Be very careful when you go in there, I was young and beautiful when I came and look what happened."  They all laughed.


Happy Halloween!  Now where did I park my broom?


PCQ

Thursday, October 29, 2009

Pumpkin Show Time!

My friend, Linda Lucy came to visit today.  With her she brought Brunswick stew, hushpuppies and lots of love.  


After lunch, I decided Linda would like to carve a pumpkin!  So we gathered up our carving tools and set up shop outside on the deck. We had a grand time talking and carving.  Check out the fun!  And she didn't complain one bit.















Linda was making sure her pumpkin was clean.









Happy face for a happy day!





Another good day on the farm!


PCQ

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

Bored? Never!

I have been out of work since the diagnosis of my cancer returning.  With the medications that I  take for the pain and other effects, it doesn't allow me to do much more than going for treatments and coming home.  


A friend recently asked me about spending so much time at home, "Don't you get bored?" she said.  My first response was, "Never!"  First, as my daddy used to say, smart people don't get bored, they find something to do.  And secondly, I live in Disney World.  Being out on our farm is heaven.  There is always something going on, just have to look for it.  We have chickens, horses, cows, dogs, deer, birds, and lots of interesting people coming and going.




If you look closely at the small calf having a snack, you can see the milk around its mouth. 





Today, the farrier came.  With the sun finally shining again and the air warm (nearly 82 degrees today) I decided to walk out to the barn and watch him trim hooves.  Farriers are a pretty unique breed of people.  Bending over, under, behind, and in front of a large animal is not for the faint of heart.  And not to mention, a good farrier is hard to find.  They bring all of their tools and set up shop right there with the horses and as they say, "Git-R-Done!"





Here's a photo of his horse shoes.  Every horse, just like people have different sized feet/hooves, so he has to be prepared for each horse.







The farrier trimming the rear hooves. Buster, the dog, is checking him out.




 In the photo below, you can see the tool used to nip off the tough outer portion of the hoof.  It will grow back just like our fingernails and if not properly trimmed, will cause foot problems for the horse.  The soft center portion of the hoof is called the frog.  All parts must be kept clean.  












Most horses don't mind a trim if trained properly when young.  You can see this one has his eyes closed as if it feels good.  Sort of like getting a pedicure.  The farrier also smoothes the top of the hoof so it looks polished.












And yes, I know the farrier doesn't come everyday, but there is always something going on down on the farm!


PCQ

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Porkchopqueen Pig

Received a package in the mail yesterday from my "party in a box" friend, Kay.  Guess what it was?







The card said, "just a little something for the PorkChopQueen!"  Pretty sweet huh?  


And for good luck today, I wore my special pig for the scan I mentioned yesterday.  The technician told me I probably wouldn't know anything till the end of the week and that Dr. Ballenger would read the results and determine if the radiation treatments should be adjusted.  My chart indicated the change would begin next week.  So, again we wait.   Wait to see if the past treatments have indeed pushed the nasty tumor back into a corner and on its knees, cowering, and afraid.  


Think you'll be able to see this bling in my wagon from a long way off....and you know what?  This fine "Jewelled" swine may have enough love to protect me from the swine flu, too!  


As Charlotte the spider would say, "Some terrific pig!"


Radiant!


PCQ

Monday, October 26, 2009

Tomorrow

Completed my 21st radiation and chemotherapy session today.  Afterwards, I met with my radiologist and we have a scan scheduled for 9:30 Tuesday morning.  I don't know if I will have the results immediately but hopefully, soon thereafter, as she wanted to refocus the radiation depending on the size and scope of the tumor.


Guess this is where the rubber meets the road.  I keep thinking I am better....that the mass has decreased in size, but I don't know.  Pictures are worth a thousand words.  So I can go on and on about what I think, soon I will know.  I really haven't considered the option that the nasty growth has been able to hold its own.  The radiation has been too intense, so if it has, then as they said in Apollo 13, "Houston, we have a problem!"


Tomorrow, tomorrow!


PCQ

Saturday, October 24, 2009

Powerful Prayer Quilt

Dorothy, a dear friend from church,  called about a week ago.  She wanted to know my favorite colors.  After we chatted a few minutes, she said she wanted to make a prayer quilt for me.  I really didn't know what to say.  A prayer quilt?  A quilt takes a long time to make.


My grandmother made quilts when I was a little girl and was a very gifted designer.  I still have many of the quilts she made for me.  On occasion she used my old discarded but colorful dresses for squares and I can look at the quilts and see sundresses and pinafores I wore when I  was just a little thing.  I do remember seeing her working on one quilt, placing the pieces for stitching and to my horror, I saw swatches of my favorite yellow summer dress.  At the time, I was too young to realize I had outgrown the dress, all I knew was my beautiful yellow seersucker sundress had been cut to pieces and was in that quilt!


But some of my fondest childhood memories also come from playing with my dolls and scraps of cloth underneath the big quilt frame while Grandma's  lady friends gathered at her house, talked, laughed, and stitched away.  And there were the wonderful cakes and goodies they brought that add to those sweet memories.  So hearing the word, quilt, brought instant memories of the warmth and love I felt from my grandmother Lila.


Dorothy went on to explain how she makes her quilt.  After the quilt is completed, she places a string in the corner of each square.  Each string must then be tied to hold it securely in place.  As the string is tied, a prayer is said for the person receiving the quilt.  Dorothy made my beautiful quilt and it was placed on the altar railing at my church last Sunday.  As the strings were tied, a prayer was said for me.  After all the prayer strings were tied, others placed their hand on the quilt and said a prayer for me also.  What a beautiful expression of Christian love!  I didn't feel that I deserved such a kind offering.


Dorothy and our pastor, Martin, came to visit me on Friday.  With them, they brought the powerful prayer quilt and presented it to me.  I was overwhelmed and cannot describe how blessed I feel to have the out pouring of love and kindness from so many people.  And as I pull my wagon, my prayer quilt will sure be a welcome addition.


My prayer quilt is so full of love....my only question is....how did she manage to get all of that love in her car to bring it?




PCQ

Friday, October 23, 2009

Family and Friends Weekend

Our daughter, Lauren and her boyfriend, Jake, flew in from St. Louis on Saturday morning.  Lauren teaches at Washington University in St. Louis.  Of course we were so very excited to have them home for a few days.  Plus, she invited one of her close friends, Erin, and her family to visit also.  Erin and her husband, Chris, live in Raleigh and they just had a new daughter, Della Rose, in July.


Lauren and Jake are on the left.  Lauren is holding Della.





She is beautiful....and not to mention so sweet!





Erin and family spent the night with us Saturday, and headed back to Raleigh Sunday morning after a wonderful breakfast.  Needless to say, I was tired, but it was such a special time to have a beautiful baby in the house!




Here's a photo of us all together.  We just don't get enough of those!





Meredith came too.  She is the executive chef at Eurasia Cafe in Virginia Beach, Va.  Here's a photo just recently taken for an upcoming magazine article.







With her, she brought her new black Lab pup, Holden.  He is a handsome boy and very well behaved.


Holden loved our backyard, especially the pond.  He and Nick, our dog, played till they were exhausted.





Meredith brought and prepared dinner for us.  3 bite shrimp....(that means it takes 3 bites to eat one!) and they were wonderful.







And before you know it, the time is gone and the house is quiet again.  It was so wonderful having my girls home and with them all the excitement they bring.


Living and loving....it's all good!


PCQ

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Wonderful Response!



Received the email below from one of my dear P.O.E.T.S. friends in response to my "Be Brave" post.  Thought you might get a lift from it.  


We ALL face daily challenges and her words brought tears to my eyes because my daddy and his brothers also served in WWII. But it also made me think about all the people who have gone before me being the medical guinea pigs to test radiation, chemo, and surgery so the road for me and my wagon is a lot smoother.  And those just like me that must get up and put one foot in front of the other and do what has to be done to try and rid ourselves of the cancer growing in our bodies.


Thanks Lynda...I'm still jumping!
PCQ



Ok, Girl...Listen Up. 

My Daddy once told me that the bravest men he knew were his paratrooper buddies in the 82nd Airborne during WWII ( the big one). Every single one of 'em were scared to death to jump out of the safety of that airplane into the dark of night and certain danger...but every single one of them did just that. Each had to make a personal decision in the quiet seizing of his own heart. Each jumped, multiple times, scared to death every single time. My Daddy was was one of those paratroopers- wounded twice, got a Purple Heart with Cluster. He knows first hand that bravery is not the absence of fear, but the conviction to act in spite of it!

It's okay to be scared. It's a normal response to an abnormal circumstance.

Keep jumping. You are a brave PCQ!

Wednesday, October 21, 2009

Be Brave!




Each day I get wonderful inspirational cards, emails, letters, and phone calls and I continue to be very thankful for them.


"Be brave", has been written and said to me often.  Be brave.  I am not sure how brave I am.  Never really thought of myself as being brave.  I am more like, just get it done, suck it up, or don't really have any other choice.


But looking around the radiation waiting room this morning, it occurred to me...all of us sitting there, each with our own wagon to pull and waiting our turn...we do have to be brave.  Brave enough to walk into a room that is very dangerous from radiation, brave enough to expose our bodies, brave enough to trust the people that align us properly for treatment, brave enough to trust the doctor has the deadly beams focused on just the right place.  And brave enough to walk in alone.


This past summer at the beach, we all joked with one another about being scared.  "If you're scared, just say you're scared!" The retort was always, "I ain't scared....are you scared?" And then we would laugh.


Sometimes I am scared, very scared, but the constant reminders from all of you push me past the fear.


BE BRAVE!


PCQ

Tuesday, October 20, 2009

Collateral Damage

Collateral damage is a phrase used euphemistically to refer to damage done inadvertently during the course of a strategic operation.  I think it was initially used to account for civilians killed and injured during raids on the enemy.  


My radiation and chemo treatments have been like a finely tuned military operation locked loaded, ready to destroy the cancer growing in my body.  And so far as I know, it has been successful.  I arrive at this conclusion from a personal inventory of reduced pain, less swelling, and able to walk and sleep better.  But with that comes the collateral damage.  As the cell destroying beams pulse daily in my abdomen, they pass not only through the cancerous growth, they also damage other organs located there.  You are all smart people so I won't go in to detail about all the organs in my abdomen but there is collateral damage.  Part of the initial guessing game; is it a virus? is it something I ate? is it the chemotherapy medication? did I try to do too much the day before? all of the above?  It really doesn't matter, when it continues, I can only think it is collateral damage.  I lost 5 lbs. yesterday...in one day....that is collateral damage.  Afraid to eat and afraid not to.


I had met with my radiation doctor early Monday morning.  She wants to get another scan to see if the tumor is shrinking (I think it has) and if it has, she will reduce the scope of the treatment area.  Less collateral damage.  We are working on getting that done now.  I will keep you updated.


PCQ

Sunday, October 18, 2009

To My Dear Ones



The poem below arrived in my inbox from Tony Brown's sister, Libby, a few days ago and she has graciously given permission to share it with you.    Libby uses poetry as a release just as I do this blog.  I am thankful she shared this wonderful poem and hope you like it too...because it was written for people like YOU!


Libby signed off her email by saying:
"Your blog is a wonderful release. I have used poetry for mine. I'll attach one for you as I know that you are one of my dear ones, too. I totally relate to the response of your friends and family as I have experienced such incredible blessings, also. I figure as this old lady that used to care for me when I was little, Aunt Hattie,  used to say "Ya reaps what ya sews". Let the love flow - its the greatest comforter and perhaps healer, too.

Meanwhile, we are having a wonderful time in Baja at our new casa. We have 5 of us here now and another 10 arriving between today and the weekend, then another 2 next week. Busy making memories and LIVING in the present."



Sending a big loving hug to you,
Libby


Hope the poem touches you as it did me.


To My Dear Ones



You know who you are.
You are the ones
who hold me close
in your hearts,
whose tender hugs
transcend my fears
into the loving light
that builds my strength.


You are the ones
who help me find peace
in my war against a disease
that hides sheepishly
in my bones.


You are the ones
with whom I dance
and share the music and laughter
that fills my soul with joy.


Your acts of love and kindness
lift my spirit  to climb great heights,
mountains steep and fierce, yet tackled
with the unyielding support of camaraderie
infused with hope and passion.


When in the night I cannot sleep,
I invite you in.
Thoughts of you and memories I cherish
bring me comfort
and fill the darkest recesses
of my mind.


And as the mystery of this life unfolds
I journey forth with a lightness in my step,
and a smile upon my face,
as I am certain
I will never walk alone.


And so it is,
with gratitude and a humble heart
I say thank you,
my dear ones,
for being by my side.


Libby Whaley
February 2009


(Couldn't say it any better!)

PCQ

Friday, October 16, 2009

Where the Wild Things Are

Today marks my 15th treatment.  So far so good, till I got home today.  Attempted to do a few things in preparation for the weekend but just didn't feel right.  Decided to rest a bit and I started having chills.  My first thought was maybe I was getting sick.  I have tried to be ever so careful about washing my hands and using hand sanitizer but even with that I know I may encounter sickness.  My insides were hurting and my right butt felt like it was on fire.  The doctor had warned me about radiation burn and it reared its head today.  If you want to know where the wild things are.....they jumped in my wagon are torching my behind.

Hopefully, it will be better tomorrow, I have too much planned for the weekend!

PCQ

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Update and God Shots



Thought I would give an update today as I have had many questions.

Completed my 14th radiation treatment today. The doctor would like to do 30, so not quite half way. Still tolerating the radiation treatments okay. Occasionally, I can feel a burn or sting but mostly it is okay. With the pain in my back, right hip and thigh, it does make it difficult to lie flat and still on the rigid bed of the radiation machine but so far I have managed. The Radioplex cream seems to be helping with the skin burn I have on my backside from the radiation.

The poison pills (chemo), a.k.a. Xeloda, are being tolerated okay too. I have bouts of nausea sometimes and the best way to explain the feeling is to say it is like morning/motion sickness. Between the radiation and poison pills, I am tired. Sometimes more than other times and not sure why as I can't identify a rhyme or reason. The chemo pills are not supposed to make me lose my hair.

The pain is certainly less than it was initially when I could not sit, stand or recline to get any relief. The pain meds I am taking are masking most of the pain and I cannot tell you how wonderful that is. But, on the flip side, they make me sleepy and leave me a little foggy. Plus, I don't want to drive when I take them.

As I continue my daily treks to take radiation treatments, I know each trip brings me closer to a surgery date, (right now the surgery will be in Greenville) though not sure when that will be. I try not to think about it and all the changes it may bring. I know I must have surgery to remove this growth and apply radiation directly to the bone, but hesitant about crossing that line. I know you will find this statement amazing given all that happens to me everyday, but life is not so bad right now. I can handle my current situation. Don't know what my life will be like after surgery.

Still receiving wonderful cards, phone calls and emails from everyone and I thank you for them. Thought I would share one that I received today.

The email reads:
"As you are so aware, when dealing with cancer, your outlook these days is one day at a time, one moment at a time, and sometimes, when the emotional and physical pain are so bad, it is one second at a time. They say God won't give you more than you can handle...hmmmm...I say, "LIFE will try and give you more than you can handle, but God will give you what you need to get you through it." I really hold onto that. It always seems when we think we are at our lowest, we receive a 'God Shot' at just the right time...to help us get through the moment. I hope that you are getting many God Shots through your journey."


And I thank all of you for sending me "God Shots" everyday!

PCQ

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

POWER UP!


Well, well, well....where do I start?  Twelve women... an island, investments; oh yeah...it's all coming together now.  Twelve women who have laughed and cried together, formed drum circles at sunset, watched sunsets on Ocracoke Island (but not nearly enough), initiated the first Ocracoke Island St. Patrick's Day Parade, captained (or pirated depending on whose version you hear) the Swan Quarter Capt. Edward Hyde ferry (and honked the horn), crashed a private Jimmy Buffet party, took over Howard's Pub on occasion, and suffered broken hearts when we lost one of our members to cancer.



Tonight, we met for our regular P.O.E.T.S Investment Club meeting.  And no, I can't tell you what the letters stand for or I will have to kill you, so let's leave it at that.  My girls were kind enough to meet in Greenville so I wouldn't have to travel so far.  We sat together and held our hands up in unison, "POWER UP!"


What started years ago with 12 big, cheap, gaudy rings, purchased on a whim at a shop on the island, has become our mantra, POWER UP!  We all had our special ring and if any one of us yelled, "POWER UP", we all held up our rings to touch and it brought us together. We were one.


No matter who you are....you want to be loved and belong to something bigger than just you.  To feel the power of love from good friends.  And tonight I felt that power.  The power of the love.  As I have traveled this road with pain and uncertainty, it never ceases to amaze me where God's love will appear.  Tonight that love and support flashed through big, gaudy rings, lifted up for me....POWER UP.


There are too many wonderful stories about my girls to start tonight, but they will come.  My life has been shaped by the dear friendships in this group.   And yes, we have made money with our stocks....but our first objective was to have fun.  Check that one off the list cause we have had more fun than I can ever describe.


Tonight was special and I wish there was some way I could return the kindness and love I felt tonight.  The only thing I can do is....POWER UP! 

Here's to more sunsets together.......I love you girls!


PCQ

Monday, October 12, 2009

Spanked

I have been spanked by a few of you for not updating my blog over the weekend. Silly me, I thought you only wanted information about my treatments. Apparently, you enjoy my mundane life too.


Weekend went by way too fast. My mother, sister, and her family, came and brought dinner Friday night. We had a splendid time and the food was great.


Saturday was nice not having to factor in time for the radiation treatment but I was very tired. Watched football games and tried to clean the house a little at the time. Most chores, if broken down into smaller pieces can be completed. My energy level is much lower and as hard as I try to ignore it, the ugly head rears and snorts to remind me and leaves no option but to get some rest.


We had our steak dinner Saturday night and it was wonderful. John is the best at cooking steak on the grill. We also roasted potatoes, peppers, onions and spices all lightly coated in olive oil and wow they were fine. Add to that just picked fresh cucumbers. Our little cucumber vine died Saturday. Don't know if the deer finally found it, but a few of the cucumbers had tiny chew marks and had to be discarded. We had really enjoyed them, but they are gone now.


Sunday we had lunch in Greenville with John's sister, Barbara and our niece Stephanie and her sweet family from Norfolk, Va. Her girls, Sydney and Avery, are at a wonderful age and we all enjoyed their stories and energy.


More golf, more football, a little racing and before you know it, the weekend was over. I have tried to maintain a regular schedule but it is hard to do. When I get tired I try to keep going but I don't know if that is good or bad. I know my body is being bombarded by bad stuff and I must do everything I can to allow it to heal but on the other hand, I don't want to spend my life in bed resting. What should I do?


Anyway, my life has been put on hold. Making any plans must be prefaced by "don't know how I will feel." So far, I have limped along okay. I know as I enter my third week of radiation and poison pills, things are happening. I can only pray that they are good things and every day we are one day closer to getting better!


PCQ

Friday, October 9, 2009

It's Friday

It's Friday, and as I write this, I have already had my radiation treatment, so no more radiation or poison pills till Monday! Yeah!

Got checked over by Dr. Ballanger, the radiologist, today after my treatment was complete. She says I have burn marks on my back and side from the treatments. I hadn't noticed it but she said we have to be careful and treat it because if we don't, I will notice it and that is what she wants to prevent. Once the skin get inflamed and I have treatment it will be very painful.

On a good note, I'm taking less pain medication than I was before. That is a good thing. The pain meds make me sleepy and foggy feeling, but when I have pain they are great. Also, I have noticed being able to put more weight on my right leg and not limping quite as much. Hopefully, that is from the treatments and means it is working! I had also lost 6 lbs. since last week. I told her I thought it was from either a stomach virus or the treatments affecting my intestines. And now we add the poison pills which cause problems too. But...we don't have to do either again till Monday.

My sleep has not been good and I can tell the radiation and poison pills have affected my energy level and caused fatigue. I have certainly been tired before, but this is different. It goes deep, to my bones. The chemo drugs just sap your strength. Doing normal things can be exhausting. I know that after a few days with no radiation or poison pills, it will start to get better. I will hopefully get more energy; I won't feel that total sense of exhaustion. I'll be able to function better. But right now, I'm just really tired.

I want to thank all of your for the kind words and inspiration. You all think that I am stronger than I really am and I appreciate that, but I don't have any choice but to face this head on.

A recent note from someone special said, "I'm storming the heavens with prayers for you!" Every time I read it....I get tears. What a blessing to have friends that care about me and pray daily that my life will be better. My love to you all and keep the prayers and good thoughts coming!

Think I'll take a nap.

PCQ


Thursday, October 8, 2009

Equal Opportunity

I am starting to settle into the radiation process. I'm getting to know all the people who work there and they know me. As a side bar, one of the technicians graduated from Greene Central High School. I told her to check her diploma, it would have my signature on it.


Starting to recognize some of the other patients too. Cancer and radiation are equal opportunity providers! The patients are young, old, black, white, fat, skinny, rich, poor, some with hair, some without. Some look sick and some do not. We are all trained well now and know what to do to get our treatment and get back out into the real world.


They were running behind schedule today due to a computer problem so I had to wait about an hour and a half past my appointment time. One older gentleman there seemed a little agitated and through a few comments he made, we realized he had left his wife home alone and he couldn't reach his son or next door neighbor to check on her. She has Alzheimer's and he doesn't like to leave her very long and this was too long. He said he cut the electricity off but was worried. We let him move to the front of the line and he seemed to appreciate that.


Soon it was my turn. Zip Zap....radiation done....is that bacon I smell?


Oh yeah....the poison pills came today. Put 'em in the wagon. I'll keep you updated.


PCQ

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

My Doctors Are Going to Try To Poison Me

I got a call Monday night from the pharmacy that will be sending out my chemo pills. We waded through all the necessary paperwork that had to be done and he told me the medicine would arrive on Thursday. Don't know if you have a lot of information on chemotherapy, but basically, the doctor is going to poison you.....just enough to hopefully kill cancer cells and leave you alive. That's the plan. But apparently, it is a very thin line to walk.

From talking to other people who have taken the pills, it can make life difficult. As if it wasn't difficult enough with the radiation treatment frying my innards everyday. I try to imagine all sorts of things happening when the giant machine zaps my abdomen. Today, I imagined it being like one of those games at the State Fair. The one where you shoot a water pistol at the clown's mouth and if you do it just right it makes a balloon blow up and pop. At at the end of each zap, I would see the balloon pop and I would smile, hopefully another cancer colony BUSTED! But how do I know. I don't and I won't for a while longer.

You sort of get used to feeling bad and now the pills. One person told me they made her stomach queasy and she couldn't eat anything cold. It affects everyone differently so I guess I will just have to wait and see.

The radiation has affected my tummy. In trying to kill the cancer cells, it damages the villi in the intestines and apparently they are very important in absorbing nutrients. So far it hasn't been too bad, I have followed the list of "low residue" foods that are good foods (bland) and tried to stay away from the more harsh foods (good greasy spicy stuff) that may cause problems. Weight loss, which has never been something I had to worry about....just looking at food could cause me to pack on 5 lbs., is now a concern. If I lose too much weight they will have to stop the radiation treatments so my body can recover. I told you they are trying to kill me!

But rest assured, I am not at the top of the list for Biggest Loser yet. Those old fat cells have been able to eke by on the little morsels they are getting. But tomorrow, the pills arrive. And I will put them in my wagon and continue to pull.

PCQ

Tuesday, October 6, 2009

A Special Visit


Guess who came to visit today? Caroline, Sarah Ruth, and Leslie Clark! Leslie is the wonderful and charming daughter of my dear friends, Tony and Paula Brown. And what fun we had. Leslie brought sandwiches and chips and we had our first meal with them on the new countertop that had just been installed. As a matter of fact, the installation crew was pulling out of the driveway as Leslie and the girls came in. Great timing. Caroline also brought me a sample of her art work. P for PIG...pretty smart little girl!

John took Caroline, who will turn 4 years old this month, outside to help him pick a few fresh cucumbers for lunch and she found a special one just for her. We sliced them up and they were delicious.

After lunch, though still a little overcast, we went outside for a short walk. We looked at the cows and Caroline said she didn't like it when they "mooed". Sarah Ruth, who just celebrated her first birthday, was happy just to be outside.

My rooster, Bo Barry, (named after the President) was fascinated with Caroline and watched her the entire time we were outside. You can see Bo in the photo above perched on the edge of the flower pot so he could see Caroline when she came inside.

We walked into the "forest". Caroline told me she was afraid of the forest and wanted to hold my hand. I asked what she was afraid of and she said, "There are bears in the forest." I told her there are animals in the forest but it was okay we would be safe. We walked under the thick cover of the the tall trees for awhile and stopped just to listen to the quiet sounds of the beautiful woods. As we were walking, we saw lots of mushrooms that had popped up during the overnight rainfall and heard the birds talking to us. After a bit, we walked out of the cool, damp, forest and it felt like we were walking into another world. What a special time it was to see it through the eyes of a child.

We came back to the house and I gathered up a few large ears of dried corn for Leslie to take with her for fall decoration and I asked Caroline to name all the things she eats with corn in it.....corn flakes, corn chips, cornbread, we were having fun. But before long, it was time for them to leave. Sarah Ruth was getting tired and starting to melt down. It was time for her nap.

We kissed and hugged good bye. How lucky I am! A wonderful visit from a very special young lady and her two beautiful and precious daughters.

PCQ






Sunday, October 4, 2009

Please Get Checked

I recently had someone ask me if I had followed up with my colonoscopy checks after my previous colon cancer scare and surgery. Yes, I think I have been very diligent with my check ups. As a matter of fact, I have had 5 colonoscopies and two flexible sigmoids since my surgery in 2004. That is why this new growth is so challenging, it didn't show up where it should.

Reason for today's post is to remind all of you, young and not so young, to please get checked for colon cancer. It is the number two cancer killer and the easiest to detect early. If you have a family history of digestive problems or are over 50 years old, you should be checked!

You may have heard all sorts of stories about a colonoscopy but here's an article by writer Dave Barry and it is a good one. Hope you enjoy and make your family and friends happy and get checked!

PCQ

This is from news hound Dave Barry's colonoscopy journal:

I called my friend Andy Sable, a gastroenterologist, to make an appointment for a colonoscopy. A few days later, in his office, Andy showed me a color diagram of the colon, a lengthy organ that appears to go all over the place, at one point passing briefly through Minneapolis . Then Andy explained the colonoscopy procedure to me in a thorough, reassuring and patient manner. I nodded thoughtfully, but I didn't really hear anything he said, because my brain was shrieking, quote, 'HE'S GOING TO STICK A TUBE 17,000 FEET UP YOUR BEHIND!'

I left Andy's office with some written instructions, and a prescription for a product called 'MoviPrep,' which comes in a box large enough to hold a microwave oven. I will discuss MoviPrep in detail later; for now suffice it to say that we must never allow it to fall into the hands of America's enemies.

I spent the next several days productively sitting around being nervous. Then, on the day before my colonoscopy, I began my preparation. In accordance with my instructions, I didn't eat any solid food that day; all I had was chicken broth, which is basically water, only with less flavor. Then, in the evening, I took the MoviPrep. You mix two packets of powder together in a one-liter plastic jug, then you fill it with lukewarm water. (For those unfamiliar with the metric system, a liter is about 32 gallons.) Then you have to drink the whole jug. This takes about an hour, because MoviPrep tastes - and here I am being kind - like a mixture of goat spit and urinal cleanser, with just a hint of lemon.

The instructions for MoviPrep, clearly written by somebody with a great sense of humor, state that after you drink it, 'a loose, watery bowel movement may result.' This is kind of like saying that after you jump off your roof, you may experience contact with the ground.

MoviPrep is a nuclear laxative. I don't want to be too graphic, here, but: Have you ever seen a space-shuttle launch? This is pretty much the MoviPrep experience, with you as the shuttle. There are times when you wish the commode had a seat belt. You spend several hours pretty much confined to the bathroom, spurting violently. You eliminate everything. And then, when you figure you must be totally empty, you have to drink another liter of MoviPrep, at which point, as far as I can tell, your bowels travel into the future and start eliminating food that you have not even eaten yet.

After an action-packed evening, I finally got to sleep. The next morning my wife drove me to the clinic. I was very nervous. Not only was I worried about the procedure, but I had been experiencing occasional return bouts of MoviPrep spurtage. I was thinking, 'What if I spurt on Andy?' How do you apologize to a friend for something like that? Flowers would not be enough.

At the clinic I had to sign many forms acknowledging that I understood and totally agreed with whatever the heck the forms said. Then they led me to a room full of other colonoscopy people, where I went inside a little curtained space and took off my clothes and put on one of those hospital garments designed by sadist perverts, the kind that, when you put it on, makes you feel even more naked than when you are actually naked.

Then a nurse named Eddie put a little needle in a vein in my left hand. Ordinarily I would have fainted, but Eddie was very good, and I was already lying down. Eddie also told me that some people put vodka in their MoviPrep. At first I was ticked off that I hadn't thought of this, but then I pondered what would happen if you got yourself too tipsy to make it to the bathroom, so you were staggering around in full Fire Hose Mode. You would have no choice but to burn your house.

When everything was ready, Eddie wheeled me into the procedure room, where Andy was waiting with a nurse and an anesthesiologist. I did not see the 17,000-foot tube, but I knew Andy had it hidden around there somewhere. I was seriously nervous at this point. Andy had me roll over on my left side, and the anesthesiologist began hooking something up to the needle in my hand. There was music playing in the room, and I realized that the song was 'Dancing Queen' by ABBA. I remarked to Andy that, of all the songs that could be playing during this particular procedure, 'Dancing Queen' had to be the least appropriate.

'You want me to turn it up?' said Andy, from somewhere behind me. 'Ha ha,' I said. And then it was time, the moment I had been dreading for more than a decade. If you are squeamish, prepare yourself, because I am going to tell you, in explicit detail, exactly what it was like.

I have no idea. Really. I slept through it. One moment, ABBA was yelling 'Dancing Queen, feel the beat of the tambourine,' and the next moment, I was back in the other room, waking up in a very mellow mood. Andy was looking down at me and asking me how I felt. I felt excellent. I felt even more excellent when Andy told me that It was all over, and that my colon had passed with flying colors. I have never been prouder of an internal organ.


ABOUT THE WRITER
Dave Barry is a Pulitzer Prize-winning humor columnist for the Miami Herald.

Friday, October 2, 2009

Mama's Fried Chicken


My mom came today. And with her she brought her just cooked fried chicken. Anyone who knows my mother, knows she is probably one of the best fried chicken cooks in the world.

When our girls were young, we were on a trip to the mountains and stopped around Greensboro to eat dinner. Our oldest daughter, Meredith, who was probably 10 years old at the time, ordered fried chicken and when it came, started to eat. After a bite or two, she looked up and said with only the honesty that can come from a child, "Grandma must cook the best chicken in the world cause this don't taste nothing like hers. I bet she could be rich if she opened a chicken restaurant."

My mother will be 80 this year and as sharp as ever. She is retired from Johnson and Johnson, but still works 3 days a week at Carolina Pottery in Smithfield, just because she thinks people fall apart when they stop working. And I think partly because she enjoys what she does there, designing flower arrangements.

The fried chicken was wonderful and a fine time we had. We talked and caught up on all the family near and far. But the day went by quickly and before long it was time for her to go and time for me to ready myself for today's radiation treatment. We hugged and she made me promise I would keep her up to date on my progress.

My Mama will always be "my Mama" and her fried chicken will always be the best.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

The Day the Music Died















I'm still getting used to this radiation thing. It's something I have to do by myself, no one can come in and hold my hand. Wednesday, while lying very still with the radiation machine whirling around me, and listening to Oldies 107.9 softly playing in the background, I heard Doug Moreland announce that my buddy, Jerry Wayne had passed away. The tears started rolling down my cheeks but I didn't move. My heart was breaking but I didn't move.

Jerry and I met about 15 years ago at church. He and his wife, Rexanne, had moved to Snow Hill and we ended up sharing a pew many Sunday mornings. During that time I realized that he was THE JERRY WAYNE, DJ at Oldies 107.9 and one of my favorite people.

Our friendship grew and one fall I had the opportunity to work at the NC State Fair....giving away coupons and samples of Neese's Liver Pudding. We were friends with the Neese family and they were needing help. What job could be any better huh? Free entrance to the fair, chatting with people from all over the world and giving out samples of...liver pudding. I have to admit, I don't like liver pudding, but as I found out, there are scores of people who do and a lot that think their state fair visit isn't complete until they go by the Neese's booth and get some liver pudding.

I was telling Jerry about it and he said, "Give us a call on the show and tell us about the fair, we'll put you on the air." And he did. I got Jim Graham, the NC Commissioner of Agriculture to talk with him on the air, I gave a run down of the fried stuff at the fair, what the best rides were and best of all, THE PIG RACES! The pig races were wonderful and I would catch them when I finished my shift with the great liver pudding give away. Told him about the #3 Earnham pig being out front and spun out in turn two due to a little bacon grease or fat back on the track. There were hocks, ears, and tails flying everywhere. #3 limped in to pit row with a bruised ham. We had a grand time that week with all the fun things going on at the fair.

Jerry and I judged BBQ pig cooking contests together, we even wrangled the NC Pork Council to have their state BBQ championship in Greenville at ECU Purple Gold Pirate Pig Out and Jerry was the celebrity judge.

His laugh was infectious and anyone around was easily drawn under his spell. You just couldn't help but wonder what he was going to do next. He helped me out with our Greene County Special Olympics by being the announcer and a grand job he did. Jerry loved kids. He was an integral part of getting the Children's Miracle Network up and running in Greenville. He stayed on the air non stop when Hurricane Floyd ravaged and flooded eastern North Carolina. He loved people and he especially loved helping people. Oh how we will miss him.

All of these thoughts were racing through my mind after I heard he was gone. We had chatted a few weeks back about our illnesses and he said things weren't going well and for me not to email him anymore unless I had good news about my cancer.

I had initially contacted him when I heard he had colon cancer to let him know I had been there. We had gotten sick this summer at almost the exact same time. We were both on vacation and came home to get very sick. He didn't know about my previous bout but we stayed in touch until Sept. 15. That was my last email from him. Said he was really feeling bad and couldn't get out of the bed.

Jerry was too young for this, he was only 38. But what a grand life he lived in that dash between birth and death! Rock on Big Daddy of Beach Music...heaven is in for a treat but we will sure be missing you here.