My mother became ill in August 2008 with ovarian cancer. This is a story of the final months of an exceptional woman.

Saturday, September 20, 2008

More Pep in the Ol' Step


Good news! Ever since my last chemo therapy (and the required few days of complete wipe out and mortal despair) I have had renewed pep in the ol' step. Watch out! Paul Edmund says I now have a "mouth" back on me and am double trouble. Amazing what a bit of vim, vigor and vinegar will do for ya! If not for anyone around me.

My doctors are bemused and befuddled by me. They still cannot account for the fact I do not appear to be at Death's Door, or Beyond for that matter. Since I am such a bizarre Clinical Anomaly we hope this means that my prognosis is equally unexpected and good. No matter what I increasingly try to do is live in the moment since, as the PBS special I saw the other day put it, "we are all terminal". It is just a matter of when. No need to fret about it. Cliches take on special relevance in situations like mine!

My blood work continues to be very good and my general physical condition and appetite nothing to complain about. I may start my lambada lessons! ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7wXDKP-kj4 ) My booty, with a few toning exercises, will look just like the girl in this clip given my recent slimming. I can tell by the way Paul looks at me that he probably wants me to start singing ( http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gWwpxwyNyDw ) again to add to my allure whilst hoofing it.
(want all of D. Day's tune...download here! http://www.mediafire.com/download.php?iy3m4z6sbmy )

Even the garden if fabulous. Jeff redid the whole thing before he departed slaving away in that "trapped in the salt mines" way he does. I sometimes feel for his oppression but love the results.

Judy, Lookin' Good, Feelin' Fine (via Jeff)
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Puritanism:
The haunting fear that someone, somewhere,
may be happy.


H. L. Mencken
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3 comments:

Anonymous said...

Wow!!! I am now shakin' booty and the blue's away with my new heroine, Doris Day and Judy Jones.

Thanks for leading the way

Anonymous said...

You be a fine ol' thang.

Anonymous said...

Who are these Puritan Dudes and Dudettes you and Mr. Mencken know? Totally phat...NOT!

Sounds like my Mom and Dad.

I like you. Here at college we party down but like cool. You are the same.

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Born in rural Arkansas my tongue took up residence in my cheek shortly thereafter. I use it to speak "Genteel Southern Lady". Cussin' I only use when provoked by the Uppity. Paul, my husband, and I have lived in Cajun Country for many years raising cane, twins (a boy and a girl; now adults? definitely old) and other mischief. Alligators, water moccassins and bears have tussled with me as I protect our swampy coastal farmstead. We are stuck now on lovely Lake Hamilton near Hot Springs where we have our second home. We have been here waiting for Godot since my heart valves blew out Late November 2007 and now with cancer diagnosed August 2008. The Furies have me in their sights... I am writing this blog to let my Beloveds know how I am doing so they will not "get off" in imagined ways on my dire straits. The reality is bad enough without turning my story into a B-grade movie of the mind. I know all of you wish me the very best. And I miss you! never no mind your fevered imaginations. This is as close as I can get to a fond and loving chat with you right now... Sadly, Judy aka Mizflounce passed away peacefully early on Sunday morning May 30th 2009 age 78.