Monday, January 18, 2010
Pound Cake
Had a wonderful visit on Friday. Jake, Kelly, and Norma came from work to bring lunch and visit the sick and shut in (that would be me). But what a surprise, they not only brought lunch and flowers, they also brought a meal for us to have later... salad with all the fixins, lasagna with Italian bread, green beans, tea.....and yes, a pound cake. And it wasn't just a pound cake, it was a darn good "Grandma style" pound cake. And you can take it from me, I've had pound cakes cooked by some of the best. Thanks Kelly!
The extra food could not have come at a better time. During the previous night, John had run a high fever and had congestion with lots of coughing. He didn't sleep well and was feeling like a sick puppy. Didn't know if he was contagious and thankfully he wasn't. The doctor prescribed meds for him that have certainly helped.
John has been my "cook" helping me in any way he can since I have been sick. Of course, he likes to cook, but even those of us that like to cook, are very thankful for occasional time off, especially when we don't feel well.
How blessed I have been to have such fine people at work to care enough to take time to visit and bring all the wonderful food and love. Makes life pulling this wagon so much better.
PCQ
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Night Noises
One of the curses of having pain is waking during the night. As you may notice, many of my blogs are composed during the dark of night. Maybe I am more creative then. Thankfully, the pain is not nearly as intense as it was initially, so time and medication usually help ease me back to into dreamland.
Many times when I awake, I lay quietly listening to John breathe and it comforts me. Tonight, he sounded like a duck quacking and in my sleepy fog, it took me a few minutes to realize it was him. He has been sick and went to the doctor Friday morning after running a high fever Thursday night. Seems he had an infection and congestion in his lungs and sinuses. Doing better now, but I think it will take a little more time for the congestion to go away.
There are other sounds too. Our new refrigerator just dumped a batch of ice. If I didn't know what it sounded like, then I would swear someone was breaking in. Yes, it is that loud.
My rooster, BoBerry, with his sweetheart, Henny Penny, sleep on the back porch. Sometimes he will crow during the night. Most nights he regularly starts around 4:15 a.m. (He is big and very, very loud, guess that's why roosters aren't allowed in town limits.) If I hear him before that time, then something has startled him and that is his "alert"crowing sound. Maybe a possum is meandering through the yard and munching on the salad scraps I put out for composting. Possums can be very mean so I do understand his alarm.
Our furnace makes a thumping noise when if comes on. Guess it is the air pressure causing the metal to pop. I've been hearing it a lot lately, with the bitter cold, it has been popping more often.
Tonight as I listen to "my sounds", most of them comforting sounds that are part of my world, I think about all the sounds the people of Haiti are hearing. The wailing of injured and sick people. The sobs of those who are afraid. The sound of help coming by plane, helicopter, and truck. The sound of creaking, broken, buildings. The rumbling of the ground. Sounds that many of them will never forget.
Night noises, to every one of us they bring a different meaning.
PCQ
Many times when I awake, I lay quietly listening to John breathe and it comforts me. Tonight, he sounded like a duck quacking and in my sleepy fog, it took me a few minutes to realize it was him. He has been sick and went to the doctor Friday morning after running a high fever Thursday night. Seems he had an infection and congestion in his lungs and sinuses. Doing better now, but I think it will take a little more time for the congestion to go away.
There are other sounds too. Our new refrigerator just dumped a batch of ice. If I didn't know what it sounded like, then I would swear someone was breaking in. Yes, it is that loud.
My rooster, BoBerry, with his sweetheart, Henny Penny, sleep on the back porch. Sometimes he will crow during the night. Most nights he regularly starts around 4:15 a.m. (He is big and very, very loud, guess that's why roosters aren't allowed in town limits.) If I hear him before that time, then something has startled him and that is his "alert"crowing sound. Maybe a possum is meandering through the yard and munching on the salad scraps I put out for composting. Possums can be very mean so I do understand his alarm.
Our furnace makes a thumping noise when if comes on. Guess it is the air pressure causing the metal to pop. I've been hearing it a lot lately, with the bitter cold, it has been popping more often.
Tonight as I listen to "my sounds", most of them comforting sounds that are part of my world, I think about all the sounds the people of Haiti are hearing. The wailing of injured and sick people. The sobs of those who are afraid. The sound of help coming by plane, helicopter, and truck. The sound of creaking, broken, buildings. The rumbling of the ground. Sounds that many of them will never forget.
Night noises, to every one of us they bring a different meaning.
PCQ
Saturday, January 16, 2010
Magic - Learning to Read
I was checking Facebook this morning and saw a video of my grandniece, Sydney, realizing she can read. It is magic!
Can't look at this video without smiling. Hope you enjoy it as much as I did.
Just click on the link below:
http://www.facebook.com/reqs.php#/video/video.php?v=1324323474621&ref=mf
PCQ
Thursday, January 14, 2010
Update
I was anxious to talk with Dr. Mahajan, my oncologist, about my surgery being rescheduled to a later date. After a long talk, I felt better. He explained that we were still within the window for surgery, the few additional weeks should not make a difference one way or the other. (Insert big sigh of relief here.)
Also met with Dr. Semer, she will be removing a few of my female parts that seem to be in the way for all the other stuff they have to do. Being the good doctor that she is, she wanted to feel around and make sure everything was okay. All the women reading this know what I am talking about. And, she wanted to "feel" the tumor to see if it had decreased in size. Too much feeling going on, but after a while, guess you just get used to it.
Met with Dr. Brillant, the lead surgeon today. He had called and left me a long message yesterday about the surgery change. His feelings were like mine. We can't change this so we have to adjust our sails for what we have. I told him I was over my hissy fit and now that Dr. Mahajan said the extra time shouldn't impact the growth, I was okay. Of course, I have the option of going to another hospital for the surgery, but by the time I go through all the preliminary stuff, we would be right back where we are. So, I decided to stay the course. Dr. Sharts is a very good surgeon, just happens to be the only one capable of this surgery in the area.
Being the good doctor that he is, Dr. Brillant, after talking to Dr. Semer about the tumor, thought it would be good to "feel" things too. As I said, too much feeling going on, especially when you are the "feelee"!
We now have a PET scan at the hospital scheduled. It will check for additional cancer growth and if I don't light up like a Christmas tree, then I will have an MRI about 2 weeks prior to surgery. If there are any additional cancer growths noted in the PET scan, then the surgery is off. No need to go through all of that if I can't possibly be cured. Lot of ifs here, but that's just the way it is. And when you can't move those rocks, you just have to pull your wagon around them the best you can.
So that's what I am doing. And you know what, I listened to Sam Cooke's greatest hits this afternoon on my iPod and he sure made pulling my wagon a little sweeter!
PCQ
Also met with Dr. Semer, she will be removing a few of my female parts that seem to be in the way for all the other stuff they have to do. Being the good doctor that she is, she wanted to feel around and make sure everything was okay. All the women reading this know what I am talking about. And, she wanted to "feel" the tumor to see if it had decreased in size. Too much feeling going on, but after a while, guess you just get used to it.
Met with Dr. Brillant, the lead surgeon today. He had called and left me a long message yesterday about the surgery change. His feelings were like mine. We can't change this so we have to adjust our sails for what we have. I told him I was over my hissy fit and now that Dr. Mahajan said the extra time shouldn't impact the growth, I was okay. Of course, I have the option of going to another hospital for the surgery, but by the time I go through all the preliminary stuff, we would be right back where we are. So, I decided to stay the course. Dr. Sharts is a very good surgeon, just happens to be the only one capable of this surgery in the area.
Being the good doctor that he is, Dr. Brillant, after talking to Dr. Semer about the tumor, thought it would be good to "feel" things too. As I said, too much feeling going on, especially when you are the "feelee"!
We now have a PET scan at the hospital scheduled. It will check for additional cancer growth and if I don't light up like a Christmas tree, then I will have an MRI about 2 weeks prior to surgery. If there are any additional cancer growths noted in the PET scan, then the surgery is off. No need to go through all of that if I can't possibly be cured. Lot of ifs here, but that's just the way it is. And when you can't move those rocks, you just have to pull your wagon around them the best you can.
So that's what I am doing. And you know what, I listened to Sam Cooke's greatest hits this afternoon on my iPod and he sure made pulling my wagon a little sweeter!
PCQ
Roller Coaster Ride
Tuesday was not a good day for me. I received a call early that morning from Linda, she works with Dr. Brillant, the lead surgeon, and handles his scheduling. "The surgery date has been rescheduled for February 26th", she said. WHAT? No, that can't be! This wagon is already in motion, everyone agreed, we have already signed papers! She understood my confusion and frustration and suggested I call Dr. Sharts, he was the doctor that requested the change and since he plays such a pivotal role in my surgery, and has the most demanding schedule, he has to make that change.
I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my face. I have been focused on January 29th, that was the date. People have been contacted, plane flights have been made. But even more important, would the extra time allow the tumor to grow. I felt like I had just been given a death sentence.
The phone rang at Dr. Sharts' office, but their answering service picked up. I kept trying. Finally, after speaking with Christa and Melissa, I spoke with Jenny, she works with the surgery schedule. "Nothing can be done," she said, "Dr. Sharts made the decision. He had a situation arise to cause the change and nothing can be done. February 26th was the next date he had available. He is very aware of your situation." I tried to make her understand this couldn't be changed, but realized I had hit a brick wall, she was just the messenger and could do nothing for me.
I called Linda at Dr. Brillant's office and told her I wasn't able to get any changes made either. She was very apologetic. "Please have Dr. Brillant call him," I pleaded, " maybe he can intercede, we have to do something." I was scared. She told me she would have Dr. Brillant call me with any information, but it would probably be the next day, he was in surgery and we hung up the phone.
After a few minutes of anguish and tears, I sat back and assessed my situation. Would the extra time be a bad thing? Maybe I was seeing ghosts that really aren't there. I needed to speak with my oncologist. I called Dr. Mahajan's office and asked to speak with him or his nurse, Austin. Austin called me back in a few minutes and I explained my pitiful plight. She was very understanding and said she would speak with the doctor. I had an appointment with him the next day, but I couldn't wait.
The phone rang in about 30 minutes. It was Austin, she told me Dr. Mahajan would discuss it with me the next day, but not to worry, it probably would not make a difference. By this time, my hissy fit, tears, and feeling that I had lost control of my situation, were starting to seem more manageable. Maybe the extra few weeks wouldn't kill me. And besides, it looked as if there was nothing I could do to change it.
I was okay until John came home for lunch and I had to tell him. All the frustration came rolling out again. He hugged me and said it appeared I had done everything I could do. We'll just have to talk to Dr. Mahajan before we can run around yelling, "the sky is falling".
What will Dr. Mahajan say?
PCQ
I hung up the phone and tears rolled down my face. I have been focused on January 29th, that was the date. People have been contacted, plane flights have been made. But even more important, would the extra time allow the tumor to grow. I felt like I had just been given a death sentence.
The phone rang at Dr. Sharts' office, but their answering service picked up. I kept trying. Finally, after speaking with Christa and Melissa, I spoke with Jenny, she works with the surgery schedule. "Nothing can be done," she said, "Dr. Sharts made the decision. He had a situation arise to cause the change and nothing can be done. February 26th was the next date he had available. He is very aware of your situation." I tried to make her understand this couldn't be changed, but realized I had hit a brick wall, she was just the messenger and could do nothing for me.
I called Linda at Dr. Brillant's office and told her I wasn't able to get any changes made either. She was very apologetic. "Please have Dr. Brillant call him," I pleaded, " maybe he can intercede, we have to do something." I was scared. She told me she would have Dr. Brillant call me with any information, but it would probably be the next day, he was in surgery and we hung up the phone.
After a few minutes of anguish and tears, I sat back and assessed my situation. Would the extra time be a bad thing? Maybe I was seeing ghosts that really aren't there. I needed to speak with my oncologist. I called Dr. Mahajan's office and asked to speak with him or his nurse, Austin. Austin called me back in a few minutes and I explained my pitiful plight. She was very understanding and said she would speak with the doctor. I had an appointment with him the next day, but I couldn't wait.
The phone rang in about 30 minutes. It was Austin, she told me Dr. Mahajan would discuss it with me the next day, but not to worry, it probably would not make a difference. By this time, my hissy fit, tears, and feeling that I had lost control of my situation, were starting to seem more manageable. Maybe the extra few weeks wouldn't kill me. And besides, it looked as if there was nothing I could do to change it.
I was okay until John came home for lunch and I had to tell him. All the frustration came rolling out again. He hugged me and said it appeared I had done everything I could do. We'll just have to talk to Dr. Mahajan before we can run around yelling, "the sky is falling".
What will Dr. Mahajan say?
PCQ
Sunday, January 10, 2010
Yellow Roses
What a wonderful day. Had friends to visit, just so they could 'look at me' and make sure I was okay. We shared a cup of hot apple cider and had a great catch up on the years that have passed since we last talked.
Their children are grown now and both doing well. They visit their place at the lake as often as they can. The quiet there suits them just fine.
Penny and David have a long history with us. David was one of John's roommates back when we ate Hamburger Helper without the hamburger at NC State. Times that were lean financially, but rich in memories. We have stayed in touch, but not as close as we should have been. Sometimes, there are bonds that time and distance just can't erase. David and Penny fit in that group.
We talked and laughed about all the times we had way back when. Life is good for them. And you know, it is good for me too. Having people like David and Penny give their time and love....and they brought a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses for my wagon, means more than I can say.
Love you...and thanks for caring about me.
PCQ
Their children are grown now and both doing well. They visit their place at the lake as often as they can. The quiet there suits them just fine.
Penny and David have a long history with us. David was one of John's roommates back when we ate Hamburger Helper without the hamburger at NC State. Times that were lean financially, but rich in memories. We have stayed in touch, but not as close as we should have been. Sometimes, there are bonds that time and distance just can't erase. David and Penny fit in that group.
We talked and laughed about all the times we had way back when. Life is good for them. And you know, it is good for me too. Having people like David and Penny give their time and love....and they brought a beautiful bouquet of yellow roses for my wagon, means more than I can say.
Love you...and thanks for caring about me.
PCQ
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Friday, January 29th, 2010
Got a call from the lead surgeon's office yesterday afternoon. The surgery date is now official, Friday, January 29th. The ball has now started its descent and the plan is in motion. Have an appointment with the lead surgeon on the 14th for final wagon pulling instructions. Other procedures must take place too, but I will let you know as they happen.
Stay strong....Power UP!
PCQ
Stay strong....Power UP!
PCQ
Tuesday, January 5, 2010
I See You
We went to see the new movie, Avatar, last night. I really liked it and must say it is one of the few movies I would go back to see, just for the visual effects. If you go please see the 3D version and pay the extra $3.50, you will not be disappointed. Avatar probably puts you as close as you will ever come to visiting an alien world. The beautiful scenery and exotic creatures, and really tall incredibly lifelike 'people' of Pandora will have you engaged visually, and for me, emotionally.
The love story is fairly predictable and the bad guys are easily disliked. You will find yourself pulling for the underdogs and hoping their world will live on.
This is a truly unique film visually and I understand it is one of the most expensive films ever produced. They wanted to produce it 10 years ago but the technology was not advanced enough to move forward. I am glad it was done now.
I would say it is a mix of "pick a war and insert here", tree huggers, Trail of Tears, and sprinkle in a large helping of Disney-like effects and you have a wonderful movie. It is nearly 3 hours long, but I didn't get bored or check the time.
Caution! Make sure you go to the bathroom before going to see the movie if you plan to eat popcorn and drink large quantities of beverage. Just about the time you think you must get up for a break, an exciting fight starts and you will not want to leave your seat and miss a single special effect.
Go see it and leave the real world behind for a bit. (And BTW, "I see you," is a very sweet quote from the movie.)
PCQ
The love story is fairly predictable and the bad guys are easily disliked. You will find yourself pulling for the underdogs and hoping their world will live on.
This is a truly unique film visually and I understand it is one of the most expensive films ever produced. They wanted to produce it 10 years ago but the technology was not advanced enough to move forward. I am glad it was done now.
I would say it is a mix of "pick a war and insert here", tree huggers, Trail of Tears, and sprinkle in a large helping of Disney-like effects and you have a wonderful movie. It is nearly 3 hours long, but I didn't get bored or check the time.
Caution! Make sure you go to the bathroom before going to see the movie if you plan to eat popcorn and drink large quantities of beverage. Just about the time you think you must get up for a break, an exciting fight starts and you will not want to leave your seat and miss a single special effect.
Go see it and leave the real world behind for a bit. (And BTW, "I see you," is a very sweet quote from the movie.)
PCQ
Sunday, January 3, 2010
John's Girlfriend
Guess some of you didn't know John has girlfriends. At least that is what I call them.
But let me back up a bit. About 3 years ago, John was told he must stop smoking or face immediate medical problems. My thoughts are, that should be said to anyone that smokes, but most of us think we are invincible, we will be different from all those other people that had bad habits and their bodies succumbed to them.
The doctor told him of a new medication that could help with the process. What did he have to lose other than the cost of the medication? Our insurance, in its infinite wisdom, didn't cover the cost and this was expensive and no generic available. But logic would tell us, spending money for help should trump money being spent to slowly kill yourself. So he began.
John's friend, Charlie, had stopped smoking and we both thought he would be a good mentor and resource in this process so he called him. "Get on the internet, get all the information you can. You just have to find what will work for you," Charlie said. And that's what John did. He found a stop smoking website and starting reading. Listening to the successful quitters and even the ones that weren't successful and still struggling. The website had clubs and offered all types of opportunities to interact with other people, just like you, that are struggling through the dreadful withdrawal.
John finally settled into several small groups that seemed to fit like an old shoe. One was the June quit club (since he quit on my birthday and it was the best birthday present he ever gave me!) Another was the CCC club, which used the medication as a premise. He was quickly taken under several people's wings and he listened to every thing they said. NOPE (Not One Puff Ever!) became the mantra. Don't even think about it. Their stories were real, some of them inspirational and some heartbreaking. But it worked. He hasn't smoked in nearly 3 years. How proud I am of him.
And that is where the "girlfriends" come in. The "angels" on the website watch for newbies and offer suggestions, encouragement and praise. While struggling through all of this, you become friends. You learn about the other person's DH (dear husband) or BF (boyfriend), or DD (dear daughter). The social engagement with people you've never met becomes an important part of your quit. When you hurt they rush in, lift you up, and try their best to help you. They tell stories, tell jokes, have online parties, give out "keys" for special anniversary dates like first week, first month, etc. and as you learn and succeed, you start to pay forward and help new people too. Just knowing someone, somewhere cares that you made it through another day can make a big difference in your quit.
John quickly developed a great group of friends, male and female. Though most of them were women and that suited John just fine. What a great group they are and oh how much they helped him. He became their 'Brother John' and 'John Boy' on the site and he had little sisters all over the world, struggling and walking along with him on their journey to a smoke free life.
The group always bantered about getting together sometime if anyone was ever in the same area of the country, but the stars just hadn't aligned for that to happen until last week. We were on our way to a funeral and one of his 'girlfriends' mentioned she and her husband would be traveling south down I-95 from Connecticut to her Florida home on Sanibel Island for the winter. Could we make it work out? With a little coordination, John finally got to meet Sister Kitty and she got to meet Brother John. She had always been one of his favorites and luckily, it just worked out.
They hugged and chatted, all the years of internet communication, hand holding and encouragement had made them dear friends. Dear friends that had never formally met until today. You can tell by the smiles on their faces, they were happy to finally be able to look at each other and say, "Thank you!" But soon our time was over, we had a funeral to attend and that couldn't wait.
One last look, a long sincere hug and another thank you for the help and support, and Kitty and John said goodbye. Two people brought together when they needed one another's help to rid themselves of the Nicodemon, as they fondly named their habit. Two people who succeeded with the help of many people they may or may not ever meet. But people that changed their lives in a very important way.
And from my side of this equation, I can only say, "Thank you Sister Kitty, you have been an inspiration not only to John but to me as well. On your beach walks you have lifted me up to the 'ocean spirits' for healing during my illness and that love and caring comes through my computer strong and true."
Thanks to all again....we can never have enough "girlfriends".
PCQ
But let me back up a bit. About 3 years ago, John was told he must stop smoking or face immediate medical problems. My thoughts are, that should be said to anyone that smokes, but most of us think we are invincible, we will be different from all those other people that had bad habits and their bodies succumbed to them.
The doctor told him of a new medication that could help with the process. What did he have to lose other than the cost of the medication? Our insurance, in its infinite wisdom, didn't cover the cost and this was expensive and no generic available. But logic would tell us, spending money for help should trump money being spent to slowly kill yourself. So he began.
John's friend, Charlie, had stopped smoking and we both thought he would be a good mentor and resource in this process so he called him. "Get on the internet, get all the information you can. You just have to find what will work for you," Charlie said. And that's what John did. He found a stop smoking website and starting reading. Listening to the successful quitters and even the ones that weren't successful and still struggling. The website had clubs and offered all types of opportunities to interact with other people, just like you, that are struggling through the dreadful withdrawal.
John finally settled into several small groups that seemed to fit like an old shoe. One was the June quit club (since he quit on my birthday and it was the best birthday present he ever gave me!) Another was the CCC club, which used the medication as a premise. He was quickly taken under several people's wings and he listened to every thing they said. NOPE (Not One Puff Ever!) became the mantra. Don't even think about it. Their stories were real, some of them inspirational and some heartbreaking. But it worked. He hasn't smoked in nearly 3 years. How proud I am of him.
And that is where the "girlfriends" come in. The "angels" on the website watch for newbies and offer suggestions, encouragement and praise. While struggling through all of this, you become friends. You learn about the other person's DH (dear husband) or BF (boyfriend), or DD (dear daughter). The social engagement with people you've never met becomes an important part of your quit. When you hurt they rush in, lift you up, and try their best to help you. They tell stories, tell jokes, have online parties, give out "keys" for special anniversary dates like first week, first month, etc. and as you learn and succeed, you start to pay forward and help new people too. Just knowing someone, somewhere cares that you made it through another day can make a big difference in your quit.
John quickly developed a great group of friends, male and female. Though most of them were women and that suited John just fine. What a great group they are and oh how much they helped him. He became their 'Brother John' and 'John Boy' on the site and he had little sisters all over the world, struggling and walking along with him on their journey to a smoke free life.
The group always bantered about getting together sometime if anyone was ever in the same area of the country, but the stars just hadn't aligned for that to happen until last week. We were on our way to a funeral and one of his 'girlfriends' mentioned she and her husband would be traveling south down I-95 from Connecticut to her Florida home on Sanibel Island for the winter. Could we make it work out? With a little coordination, John finally got to meet Sister Kitty and she got to meet Brother John. She had always been one of his favorites and luckily, it just worked out.
They hugged and chatted, all the years of internet communication, hand holding and encouragement had made them dear friends. Dear friends that had never formally met until today. You can tell by the smiles on their faces, they were happy to finally be able to look at each other and say, "Thank you!" But soon our time was over, we had a funeral to attend and that couldn't wait.
One last look, a long sincere hug and another thank you for the help and support, and Kitty and John said goodbye. Two people brought together when they needed one another's help to rid themselves of the Nicodemon, as they fondly named their habit. Two people who succeeded with the help of many people they may or may not ever meet. But people that changed their lives in a very important way.
And from my side of this equation, I can only say, "Thank you Sister Kitty, you have been an inspiration not only to John but to me as well. On your beach walks you have lifted me up to the 'ocean spirits' for healing during my illness and that love and caring comes through my computer strong and true."
Thanks to all again....we can never have enough "girlfriends".
PCQ
Friday, January 1, 2010
Happy New Year!
(Names and faces have been changed to protect sterling reputations!)
Being entertained at midnight - Happy New Year!
By a New Orleans style "band in a truck" with drums, trumpets, cymbals, horns honking, and green laser lights. What a treat!
Welcome 2010!
Hoping for a wonderful New Year for everyone.
PCQ
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