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

Saturday, December 6, 2008

MizFlounce, Geriatric Bubble Girl!


I scurried over to the docs yesterday and got me some more shots to try and kick my white blood cell count up. It seems I have only enough of these bitsy bug biters on board to drop dead if an Angelfish were to look away from but not at me. South Louisiana, land of mud and mayhem, is definitely not the place to be hangin' in my weakened condition! More vermin per square inch live there with fewer doctors en garde! than probably any other place on Earth (no offense Zimbabwe). Nearly every day of my life on the Plantation herds of rats, possums, gators, gnats and skeeters chased me about. God only knows what Hidden Contagions reside in all that mold and Spanish Moss. Let us not even turn our Minds to the shrouded innards of the the Human Residents.

My chemo went smoothly on Wednesday. MizFlounce, geriatric Bubble Girl *, may be on Death's Door but I feel hale and hearty for now. My Screamin' Meemies seem to have taken a break and I am accustomed to hardly moving upright any longer. No one thinks I can remember anything long enough to notice they don't call me Mz Flounce any longer but Mz Slime Mold to honor my new mode of locomotion. Or, is it that all of you are trying to spotlight my current agility of mind and not that of my body?( http://herbarium.usu.edu/fungi/FunFacts/slimemold.htm )


The Doctor's Scale announced I had gained about 3 or 4 pounds since my last visit in mid-November. Chemical Analysis showed it to be 100% coagulated jello. (to understand why see http://mizflounce.blogspot.com/2008/11/we-have-lift-off.html ) OMG! That IS Shelby's coagulated jello pictured above! I scarfed the stuff up by the tanker full (soooo good) on Thanksgiving Day. How could I have forgotten? (don't answer that) Wouldn't you think my own adored niece would tell me the stuff was not actually digestible?

Effrontery surrounds me but just bounces off due to my sturdy self-esteem. Or is it the plastic bubble?

Judy, Philosopher Queen reigns!

Janet and the gran-chirrens, Ariel and Wolf, will float in late on the 23rd and waft out on the 30th or the 31st. I always love to see those impish darlings! I suppose Ariel and Wolf will spend all of their time rappin', gettin' a groove on, smokin' some weed, actin' boughie**. Whatever yunggins get up to these days. I will make certain Janet is scrubbing that kitchen floor and cleaning the pantry. Review "Mommy Dearest" for a preview of Christmas at Shangri-La for Queen Janita if she gets uppity!
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Queen Janita gets Uppity





Chip, my son-in-law will not be in tow. He is mending very well indeed from his surgery and treatment for colon cancer. Chip should have a complete and wonderful healing. Still, he is in the midst of that recovery and should not be gallivanting about the countryside. I think he intends to remain warm and cosy in their N'awlins bungalow over the Holidays; a roaring fire and gallons of hot toddy to see him through.

Jeff just said he might try and fly out right after Christmas until early January since his patients are totally flaky during that time anyway and don't show up. He says due to the bad economy patients don't pay him and insurance companies never. He is looking forward to Debtor's Prison. "Why not take a trip before they throw me in the slammer" seems to be his current guiding mantra

Jeff Contemplates Debtor's Prison

I would love to see Jeff though...maybe he can resurrect my Verandah Shangri-La? Anyway, he is always so calm and light-hearted (madcap?) What a joy it is to have him around! (briefly)

I cannot politely allow myself to relish his non-stop waiting on me whenever he is in my presence without feeling unseemly.


Without Seems,
Judy (via jeff)

PS Social maven and dear friend, Ann D (a modern Elsa Maxwell **) just sent a video of one of the frolics she recently created and hosted for the Posh Set in her area. Ann suggests this party game would add some spice to the lives of the mature set here in "Less than Hot Springs". What do you think? I trotted out and snagged me the biggest vibrating plunger available here in excited anticipation of my End of Chemo Garden Party. I could host one in Louisiana! Better not. Nutra' Rats would probably eat us.


Ann D aka Elsa Maxwell***
Southern Social Maven

"Serve the dinner backward, do anything - but for goodness sake, do something weird"





Garden Party for Southern Ladies, Millennium 2000



Voracious, Carnivorous Nutra' Rat


* actually a sad, sad story. http://www.pbs.org/wgbh/amex/bubble/ I will be long gone, thankfully, before anything ever comes to this. One great thing about being Ancient is that no one would ever consider spending resources on me in this way. I am not at all religious but all I can say to that reality is, "Thank ya, Lord Jesus!!!"


**Boughie: High Class; acting rich or used to the finer things life has to offer. That hoe needs to stop actin' boughie everybody knows she frontin'.


**http://www.clanmaxwellusa.com/elsa.htm My friend, Ann, does not have an entry yet on Wikipedia but her latest social success surely indicates you should post one?

4 comments:

Anonymous said...

Dear Judy,

John and I are in Glen Rose, TX at the moment...for a company Christmas party with the Dairymen he works with from West Texas and New Mexico.

It is a "hunting lodge" called Rough Creek Resort. Whoa! Hunting has never been this good except for them who has...and gets! They have an incredible Chef who has kept this place in one of the top places to dine in the nation since 2004. I have gained 45 lbs if an ounce. I may give them a suggestion for way to pass the time for the wives here. If I can still manage to waddle up to the Concierge. I used this Frolic at during my most recent Posh Garden Fets. See attached video. Do you think it a Winner?

Glad to learn your last chemo went pretty well...now only one more?

HOORAH!

Thinking of you and give my very best to "Big Biscuits" as well!!

Ann D,
Social Maven to the South

Anonymous said...

Dear Aunt Judy,

I am so happy to hear that your treatment is going well. I understand that this can be a tough process. I was in Little Rock for Thanksgiving and had a nice visit with Mother, Joni and Bart and was thinking of you altho I did not want to trouble you while in the area.

If the economy ever gets better, I would like to retire from the Fed and return to Little Rock to teacha nd farm. Tell Uncle Paul that I am taking agriculture classes and love them. I am now certified in pasture management and composting. How's that for a head spinner!

Hope you have a wonderful Christmas. Perhaps I will see you after you begin to feel a bit more spry?

Love,
Tamara

Anonymous said...

Dear Judy,

You may not recall me but I'm part of the Franklin Methodist Women's Circle.

Your friend, Ann D, is brilliant. We had a Circle meeting scheduled for this morning but could not figure out why we were there (part of getting older I seem to recall).

I think it was Terry Feske who had read your blog and came with plungers and toilet rolls for all. That gal is with it!

Wow! I don't think there has ever been any girl-on-girl action as you would have seen just a few minutes ago in the parking lot of Franklin's Methodist Church.

Will send photos later!

Yours,
Bea

Anonymous said...

Dear Judy,

First of all, you are wise to stay close to medical support for a while.

Secondly, Let me know when you are having your plunger garden party. Count me in. Looks like hysterical good fun! I just had an Open House for the Post Ladies only. And I thought serving martinis was exciting!

Keep up the good work...

Cheers,
Kelsey

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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.