Alien Slugs and Rainy Days

So. We went out for the hunk's doctor appointment yesterday. It was raining. Naturally. Not the wimpy little sprinkles the weather people call rain, but actual big rain drops pounding the car, killing visibility, and settling in ponds on the street.

You would think in that case everyone would slow down. And you would be wrong. No, no, no. In a demonstration of insanity, everyone decided the traffic was really an unannounced street race. With predictable results.

Added to the misery was the chaos committed in the name of security when the President of the United States decides to visit someplace obscure. In this case, it was the village where I live. Streets were closed. Traffic backed up.

Why? Does he really think it endears him to voters? Really? I think not.

After all of that, we actually arrived at the doctor's office on time. He had his exam. The report was good. He's cancer free and isn't scheduled for another appointment for three months. The alien slug we all call cancer was defeated.

Good show.

anny

This is my daughter...

Jennifer Stella

At age 32 I was diagnosed with cancer…wow how my outlook on life instantly changed…you only live once so I want to get it right this time.
The Relay for Life Rhinebeck event is two days away and I really need each and every one of you to help me reach my goal of raising $500 [currently at $150.00]! This is very important to me and those of you who are my friends and family will open your wallet/purse and donate even if it’s $5.00, what you give in charity always comes back to you.
I walk for survivors and those that are not. You can walk with me, and/or show your support by sponsoring me in the walk at the below link.
http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?px=28238357&pg=personal&fr_id=36799

She also walks for the house hunk...

anny

Cancer

Cancer. There are few words that have the bowel-loosening power to terrorize contained in those six letters. Everyone I know has been touched by the foul stench of cancer. The hunk had a recent bout with bladder cancer--fortunately caught in the very beginning stages. Other family members have wrestled with--and in some cases lost--the battle with cancer.

From the moment we are born, we start on our journey to death. None of us escape it. Some meet it with the flash of a bomb or the unexpected crash of a vehicle. Others embrace it after a long life filled with promise and love. And many have lives cut short by the hideous monster we call cancer. No one should die that way.

Recently, my daughter posted on Facebook about how she'd signed up to take part in a cycle-a-thon to raise funds to fight cancer. The response was...apathetic. As she pointed out in another post, a single picture of a bald child suffering from cancer had thousands of shares.

Perhaps that's all we're up for. People are broke. People are just too tired to care. Or they're just too involved with Dancing with the Stars and True Blood.

But if you still have a little compassion left, a little bit of love for your fellow man, then I ask you to read her post. Read it and send along five bucks (or more!) to support her efforts. Me--I can't walk around the block without huffing and puffing. So I'm really proud she's doing this for her dad and all the others around us who are fighting cancer day in and day out. We all do what we can. I can throw money in the pot. How about you?

Jennifer Stella Checks only, please, payable to the American Cancer Society Please mail to Jenny Stella, PO Box 28 Pleasant Valley, NY 12569 - you will receive a notification directly from the American Cancer Society for your tax records. With the checks payable to ACS only there is no hassle with cash as they are the only ones that can cash the checks. Event held by All Sport Health & Fitness in Fishkill, NY.

anny

New Craziness...

Craziness attacks from left field. Life is just tootling along and then bam! And you're trotting down a new path in life. That just goes to show you can never plan on anything long range.

Up until about four weeks ago, my life was all about me, me, me. My rollercoaster sugar counts. My chest pains. My asthma. And then the house hunk had a grand mal seizure--his first in fifteen years. And suddenly, it wasn't all about me.

A week or so later I had my regular checkup. While we were there the hunk asked about getting a new prescription for one of his meds and the doctor said, "Sure." And then she looked up his records and discovered he hadn't been in to see her in over six months. "Nup. You have to come in for blood work."

That was Monday. We went in on Friday for him to give blood and urine. And that evening the doctor called. The hunk needed to see the urologist because there was blood in his urine.

I'll confess here, I wasn't too worried. I couldn't understand what the doc was getting excited about. But we made the appointment and went to see the specialist. There was still blood in the hunk's urine sample so today he had a procedure--the fun one where they stick a teeny camera in there for a look-see.

They found a tumor. And it's cancerous. BUT it's tiny and completely operable. So in about a week, they'll go in and take it out. He also has a kidney stone. They'll take care of that in a couple months.

Now, I didn't have to share any of this with you my readers, but the hunk and I talked about it and decided we wanted to for one simple reason. Cancer is survivable if you catch it early.

Like I said. I didn't think it was a big deal. Fortunately, our primary care doc was on her toes and made sure he saw a specialist. And it's all gonna be good.

Anyway, if I'm in and out and seem to be absent-minded, just bear with me. We're getting things done!

anny