Tuesday, May 28, 2013

So much to tell you

Before I begin... I would be remise if I did not let you know.... only 210 days until Christmas 2013.
Well.. it is almost 6am.  I will be leaving for Kitchener in about 45 minutes.  Today is my dreaded surgery. 
Yesterday, I had to go to the hospital for my "pre-op".  There really wasn't much of a pre-op.. not that I am overly experienced with this sort of thing.  I have to have a "sentinel lymph node biopsy" today, so yesterday I had to report to "Nuclear Medicine Dept" to have these injections of radioactive dye put into my arm, around the original biopsy.  I am guessing that I will now glow in the dark.
The theory behind this dye, is that it will follow the same path that any cancer might take.The purpose of this dye is to show the surgeon which lymph nodes to remove and he did inform me that they will glow, when he cuts me open.  These nodes will be biopsied to ensure that the cancer is isolated.  I am a glass half full kind of girl, so I am very confident that all will be well, although, I am feeling like a character in a Simpson's episode.
I am a little concerned about where the big black magic marker "X" is on my boob.
If that is where they are going to cut, I won't be able to dress slutty and show my cleavage, when I get to my goal weight, and there are so many friends out there, waiting for that day....
But I must tell you about these shots.... first of all, I thought that there was only one shot and it would be administered on surgery day, under the influence of a heavy sedative.  Well... there were 5 shots done without anything but a kind word and a warning from a very nice nurse.  She informed me that there would be a slight bite with each one, but not to worry as there was a freezing in the shot, so it would not last long.  What she failed to mention was that the bite was from a friggin rottwieller.
The first one "bit" in and it continues for a few seconds while she empty's the vile.
I am hanging onto the bed rails.  Then she informs me she is going in with number 2.  This one is going into a more fleshy part of my arm.  I almost ripped out the bed rails this time.  But I am a brave buckeroo and I did not cry or swear at this woman, not even under my breath.  Now I am shaking, waiting for number 3.... the warning comes and in it goes... not quite as bad as number 2 but worse than number 1....  I have to tell you, I was concentrating so hard on not swearing, I did not notice 4 & 5..... well almost... and that is what I kept telling myself.....
Finally it was over and I had to go sit in the waiting room for an hour, to let the dye travel it's course.  Then I was put on a "camera" bed.  I laid down and this huge flat white table edges it way up my body until it is about 1 inch from my face.  I was a little anxious that it was going to be over my face and almost touching my nose, but she moved it back abit to my relief.  My hands were spread out to my sides and a strap was put over my wrists.  I am not much into bondage, so I found it all a little frightening.  Ten minutes I laid like that while some kind of pictures were being taken.  After that, the camera shelf moves to the sides and I have to lay like that for 5 more minutes. 
When it was all over, I could not get out of there fast enough..... now I am waiting for my ride, to head back over there for more pillaging of my body.... my only comfort is that there will be drugs..... lots and lots of drugs......
I will keep you all posted...maybe not today or even tomorrow, but this week for sure.....

Thursday, August 9, 2012

137 days left... and a day at the movies

Wow... it is mid year, mid summer, mid vacation.  Every night I sit in front of the TV, knitting, trying desparately to get these snuggle blankets done by Thanksgiving...  at the very latest.   I am not as fast as I thought I would be... but I am persistent.  
Anyway, I am enjoying my summer, especially now that I just realized it is about 1/2 over. 
I still have 3 days left of my summer holidays, 3 days to try to get something done...  from the list I made a week ago, before I started my vacation.
Today was a wonderful rainy day.  Bob & I picked up our 5 year old grandson and his very bestest friend, and headed off to the movies... Ice Age to be exact.  First of all the conversation in the car left Bob almost unable to drive.  Our little friend started almost every sentence with "when my dad was living...." and as far as we know, he is alive and well.  Then the two boys discussed that they are probably twins.  I tried to explain that twins would be brothers and since both of them are brothers with other syblings, that almost confirms it for them...  they are twins.  Then the fart, poop, and bum jokes started.  Keep in mind that these boys are 5.  Once we get to the theatre and are seated, with our popcorn, there is lots of talk about whether they have already seen this movie before, will it be too scarey for them because they are only five, what if they have to go pee when the theatre gets dark.... the questions, fears and solutions continue until the theatre darkens. 
Have you ever watched a movie in a theatre filled with small children.  The chatter never stops.... the laughter and giggles are so honest and contagious.... and comments on almost every scene are heard throughout the theatre.  We were lucky that our boys did not have to pee until the movie was over... other parents and grandparents were not so lucky.  One dad in front of us, had to leave 3 times for a bathroom break... and everyone in the theatre knew where they were going....
That is the other joy of small children... they do not understand whispering or even "inside" voices.
In the movie, there is a joke, and the word "booger" is used.  We heard that joke at least 10 times during supper, and then the giggles would last for 2 or 3 minutes.  No one in the restaurant seemed to mind...  the giggles were contagious for everyone around us.
Finally the ride home.  We tried to play "I Spy".  The boys did not quite get the concept.  They would "spy" things in their own bedrooms, or something they had seen another day.  Then we tried to play "car bingo"..  you know, the first person to find items on a list, wins.. just like bingo.  That got boring when someone had more items than the other.  That was when "are we home yet?" started.  I quickly ran out of treats to distract them, and Bob's knuckles were getting pretty white on the stearing wheel, when the "are we home yet?", started again...  
Tomorrow, I think we will head out on our own, I will try to stay quiet, so that Bob's last day of vacation is more relaxing.........

Friday, July 27, 2012

oh ye of little faith

I know that several of you out there do not think I will get all my "homemade" Christmas gifts done in time, but I will have you know that I have one snuggle blanket about 1/2 finished.  That leaves only 1 1/2 blankets, about 10  pair of slippers, unknown numbers of cookies, tarts and breads, mittens and hats to do.  No worries.  There are still 150 days until Christmas.... that's lots of time.
I have about a dozen of those knitted dish clothes done if any body wants one. 
I have been spending so much time with my grandsons these days.  It is hard to believe that they are already 1 and 5.   Caleb turned 5 a couple weeks ago and now believes that there is nothing he can't do because he is five. 
Right now I am trying to prepare myself for another session with a contractor in my house.   We finally decided to go ahead and get the main floor bathroom done.  All I ask is that they show up everyday until they are done...  seriously... is that too much to ask for.  I can imagine what my boss would say if I  just didn't show up because I had other stuff to do. 
Well..  I had better not start thinking that way before the poor fellow starts to work.    As you know, if things don't go well, I will be venting or rather posting to the blog, every day.

Sunday, May 27, 2012

Summer at last... and only 7 months to Christmas

I had an amazing day today.  Slept until 9, had breakfast with my youngest son & his wife, then I worked my butt off in my flower beds.  And, as if I don't have enough flowers to water, cut back and lord knows what else needs to be done to them... I went to visit a friend and brought home a black eyed susan big enough for 6 gardens. 
But on arriving at home, my grandsons were here waiting to go swimming.  The best part about this hot weather is that my grandsons are over to swim almost everyday.  Today they didn't come alone, they brought 2 of their little friends.  Let me tell you... 4 kids all under 5, 4 adults and me in the pool, does not make for a relaxing time in the water... Between the exciting squeals, the "watch me, watch me" yelling, and all the splashing, well let's just say it was like going back in time to the Fergus public pool.  Now it is after midnight and I am thinking I should probably go for quiet swim before going to bed... just to experience the quiet again....
It is now less than 7 months until Christmas and I have been thinking alot about what to get everyone.   I have made a decision...  way too much money is spent, so I decided to make my gifts very very personal this year.   There are 2 little boys that I like to buy for and this year I am making them both cuddle blankets that will be just for them.  Others will get wonderful, well in my opinion, they will be wonderful.... baskets filled with homemade "stuff"...  maybe jams, maybe breads, maybe cookies, maybe slippers....  this all means that I have to start now...  Adam, my first born, is already making fun of me, saying I will never get it all ready in time.  Little does he know, that I get 6 weeks vacation now and every second Friday off...  I may not sleep much for the next  6 months, but I will "git er done".  

Tuesday, March 27, 2012

So much for regular posting.......

Wow..  March already... and the last half of March.  Today is in the mid 20's out there and I just came back to work after a short walk.   It was very difficult to open that front door and walk thru it.
Well.. now it is Mar 27th.. I spent the past weekend bonding with my 4 yr old grandson.  If I could just tap into his energy source.  We walked to the park twice on Friday and then back to my place for a game of hide and seek.  I had forgotten how much running is involved in that game.  I drove him home about 5pm, came home and crashed until Bob came home from work at 8.  I grabbed a frozen pizza from the basement freezer, and thru that in the oven for his supper.  He is lucky to get that considering I had to walk down those basement stairs and back up again, after my very active day. 
Saturday I foolishly went to Costco....  dear God, what was I thinking.   I figured if I went as soon as they opened, I could be out of there in record time and back on the road home.....  wrong.... my own mistake of course.   I browsed thru the clothing section, the book section, the seasonal section and the candy.....
I took by son Brandon along so I did get some quality mother/son bonding in as well.  After we escaped from Costco, we slipped around the corner to the Lindt outlet... that's right..  the chocolate place.   Big bargains on those cute little gold bunnies, plus they gave us a free bunny when we left.  That made the stress of Costco all go away.  And to top the morning off, I had a wonderful breakfast with my son.  I dropped him off, with his Costco treasures and headed home for a nap.  After my nap, I think my mental balance was off because I walked up to Bob's workplace as part of my new exercise program.  I am starting to wonder if I have an inner death wish, because I truly thought I was going to die by the time I got to Nexans. 
It's not over.....  Sunday I spent the day bonding with Caleb again...  we really do have a wonderful time together, but he wears me out.  This time we went for a walk and then headed to a "new" park.  The park was between my house and Bob's work.   After about 20 minutes at the park, Caleb had to poop.... really badly.. in his words.  It was closer to Nexan than home so we headed to see Papa.  Well, he obviously didn't have to go that badly because we stopped at every ant hill, unusual stone and picked up half a dozen sticks.  When we finally got to our destination he was distracted again and did not have to go.  He was abit tired after our adventurous walk and actually asked Papa for the truck keys, so Grandma could drive him back to the park.  Bob almost wet himself.  He was sure Caleb would be at least 16 before he came around looking for the keys to his truck.  Anyway, he reached into his coat pocket and gave him the keys.... I guess it is what we can expect for our future with our grandsons........ with no regrets...

Thursday, January 5, 2012

2012... Let's start over

Well...  it has been way to long since I have written anything.  I just had the most wonderful Christmas & New Year holiday.  I spent a great deal of time with my family and my friends............. and we ate & ate & ate.  I was grateful to return to work and some normal routine and back to three meals a day, instead of 16 hour grazing from morning to night. 
I also spent a great deal of time cooking in my wonderful new kitchen which also didn't help the grazing. 
I just spent the last couple hours looking up new recipes.    But the recipes were health and heart wise.  Have you noticed where my mind is always gathering?  Food, food food.   I think I might have a problem.  Well..  I have to sign off now....  there's a fresh ham in the fridge that would make a lovely sandwich...........

Friday, June 24, 2011

Martyrdom........

I have to say that this has certainly been a busy week.  Just a quick recap... last Friday evening I stayed up all night with several friends and family, walking a grass track, in honor of family & friends who have fought and lost and those that have won their battle, with cancer.  The Fergus Relay for Life was the hot spot to be. Our team raised an amazing $9200.00.
All weekend I busied myself with getting the house ready for rehab... Bob was scheduled for knee replacement.  Tuesday, our beautiful new grandson came into our family.  This morning Bob went in and now has a beautiful new "bionic" knee.   I am expecting great things from him now... like a walk around the block would be nice.  I am worried about that Bionic sound that we used to hear when the six dollar man used to run...  I always found that annoying.
I have always said that I have absolutely no Martyr tendencies and that if Bob ever got sick, he could expect to go directly to the home as I also possess no nursing skills. (or patience)  I told him that, even before we got married so he knew that when I said in our wedding vows, " in sickness and in health"   I had my fingers crossed.
So 35 years later, he is broken and without hesitation, expects me to stick around and see that he gets fixed.
I decided I would try it and see where it goes....   so......  this morning, instead of just dropping off at the drive thru at the hospital, I parked the car and took him in.  He was a little nervous.  Not only did I help him with his registration, I went with him to check into the day surgery room.  I had expected to just leave him there, but the nurse made me come with them into the little room where he had to change into the Peekaboo gown and paper slippers.   I really should have taken pictures.   In comes this perky little nurse to check his vitals and get some disclaimers signed.  I suggest that maybe it is time for me to go on to work, when she asks if I would like to sit in the waiting room until the surgery is done.  I thought she was joking so I just laughed.  Then she sort of cocked her head to one side and stared at me the way the dog did when he was confused.  I had to explain that no, I would not be staying, but perhaps someone could call me when it was over.  "oh yes", she said, "we can do that".   I gave her my cell number, which Bob thought to be quite funny as I seldom have it turned on.  Which by the way I did turn on as soon as I got to the car.
After about five minutes or so, she is done her little jobs and says "I'll be right back with the I.V.".   I no longer cared what they thought of me as the caring wife.... I was out of there.   I assured Bob that I did indeed love him, kissed him good-bye, and headed out the door.... with a promise to return sometime later in the day.
Well...  I kept my promise....   I left work early, went and did some shopping for the new baby, thought I should probably pick up a few things for myself, and then headed to the hospital.   By now it was after 4pm.  I figured he would be in good shape by then.   WRONG...  he looked half dead when I came into his room.  He was definitely not feeling as great as he thought he would be.  He wasn't paying attention when I talked to him, something about the nausea and the pain.....  I 'm not really sure....  I tried to interest him in my purchases, but I don't think he was listening.   Kept whining about being tired.  I mean.... he seemed to be abit tired after his surgery.  I told him I would not talk for awhile if he wanted to sleep, and he took me up on it.   I sat there with no book, nothing to do, for a whole hour, listening to him snore and the guy in the next bed,  bitch about how stupid it was he couldn't go home... and why don't they have pizza in this hospital.
I kept looking at Bob laying there, slightly elevated, hands crossed over his chest.... .do you see where I am going with this....  all of a sudden I started to laugh, out loud, because all I could think was, "my God... when he dies we are going to have to have a closed casket... he looks terrible laying there." 
When he finally woke up, he suggested I go home as he wasn't wanting to talk to me anyway.  I said it was just like home and he told me to "piss off".  I guess he is feeling better after that brief nap.
Well I did my wifely duty.... no on can say I didn't try.
In fact, I have asked my Catholic friends to send a note to the Pope inquiring about Martyrdom..
Don't you agree??????????????