OK, the brain part is simple. I have one (although some of you may disagree). It had a tumor. I still have a brain. Now it doesn’t have a tumor. Or least anything visible to the naked eye. Or my naked eye in any case. And whose naked eye counts anyway? And what would Freud say about why they call it naked? Sorry, got sidetracked. It’s not like I have anything on my mind. OK, that’s a double or triple entendre.
As you all know, my brain MRI came back clean, or about as clean as I could have hoped for. But that news came via a phone call. But we met with our radio-studying doc yesterday so now I have proof-positive:
What d’ya think of them apples? Or non-apples? I’m working on getting the last two lung x-rays that show a similar result. I’ve seen them but neglected to ask for copies. And I can’t blame my forgetfulness on my brain tumor anymore. Old age would be a more realistic excuse.
OK, the bands. Today, one of our Rotarians, who had her own family cancer experience, stood up at our Rotary meeting, and offered a white “No One Fights Alone” wrist band for anyone that wanted one in support of my journey. She quickly ran out of the stock she had purchased. What an awesome gesture. Thank you Solveig! And thank you Rotarians for your continued support. Heck, even our ex-ex-mayor came up and fist-bumped me afterwards in white-bracelet solidarity. Very cool!
OK, bristles. Actually this may not be the best word but I needed some alliteration for the title to work. This refers to my continuing challenge with prickly pears, or my stalking acupuncturist. All of your Z-I-T cheers in an earlier blog were very successful with my face breaking out very nicely. Nicely? In any case, I sprouted quite a bit. Now, however, due to my body getting used to the medication or the antibiotics I am taking, the zits are mostly gone. Gone from my face. But the ants are returning to my head and my arms now look like I have been using poison oak soap. OK, that’s a slight exaggeration but the measles-looking rash is definitely moving downstream. Uh, let’s hope it stays in the extremities, thank you. But I’m not far away from replacing my T-shirt with a long sleeve shirt so that I can slather up the arms too. That will go well with the cotton socks I’m already wearing and the cotton gloves not too far down the road. One of these days I’ll take a picture and we can all share a laugh. Or at least you can.
Tomorrow we are meeting with the kitchen contractor we had been working with in planning for our kitchen renovation we had originally anticipated starting in June. Well, when the proverbial fan was struck with some fecal matter (keeping this clinical now) back in February, everything was put on hold. So we are revisiting our options now that I seem to be in a nice holding pattern. Stay tuned.
Business as usual. Day at a time.