Small Blessings

"AmberHunk"...my fave character

Judy takes the lead

My projected date of departure

Every situation has some delightful aspects. Even having cancer?

Now that I may be Terminal (aren't we all but don't count me out yet) I have been transformed from Judy, Woman without the Vote into Judy, Dominatrix Supremo. The slightest quiver of my lip or moist twitch of an eyelash causes those around me to scurry about in clouds of succor and concern. I think this is what my dear daughter calls "workin' it". Janet is now a virtuoso in this Interpersonal Style being a Katrina Victim. Perhaps she will soon have Gustav hanging from her belt?

I hear you say, "Judy, how have you exerted your newly gained Powers"?

Paul Edmund, husband dear, is a man of cautious and considered habit. Jeff has been browbeating him for months or years to correct his formidable sleep apnea. The Doctor's admonitions have fallen on more than just Paul's deaf ears.

These days....I just mutter "it would be nice" and Paul Edmund is sleeping like a babe in the cradle albeit with a snakelike, snorting contraption encircling his noggin'. He looks and sounds a bit like a drooling Darth Vader. The aesthetics alone are worth the price of entry. Better still! Paul was awake yesterday during daytime hours and the life of the party. Normally he drifts in and out of consciousness 24/7.

Jeff provided me a fillip on "workin' it". He claims that every Southern Lady has a right to the Vapors and that I have not heretofore embraced my birthright. Now is the time. The Scene: Paul/Jeff/a Guest are babbling when I suddenly get a hankering for my latest trash novel, Lost in Amber by D. Gabaldon or something like that. Trust me, neither the title nor the text interferes in the flow of Diana G's florid and torrid imagination. Next a cloud of Vapors descend upon me and I needs retire. To my fantasy frolics! In some ways life has never been so good.

I have decided that my cancer will prove to be entirely treatable. Now that the pressure is off I have been turning my imagination and artistic talents to the task of tombstones. You will see attached my latest thoughts on the matter plus estimated time of departure.

Hope you are all enjoying the Holiday Weekend. Think of me as I dawdle and dabble happily here by the ever so hot and soggy lake. Nesting on my Verandah Shangri-La I increasingly feel like some character created by Faulkner or Capote seen through Thurber's impish eye. I only sigh and long for one of Gabaldon's Hunks in Amber to trot up and give me a good massage...

Judy of the Vampish Vapors (via Jeff)

Make the pie higher?

Today I had a CT guided biopsy of a mass in my liver. The hope is that this will provide keen insights into my tumor type so a silver bullet treatment can be delivered.

I feel both tired and a tad confused more often than not of late. Jeff assures me it is not Alzheimer's (that would be just nifty given my other afflictions) but it seems about the same to me.

Anyway, bullets or lasers or magic muffins....I wish something would either hit or drop on me in terms of treatment. Maybe the Oracles will speak by the 2nd or 3rd of September? I may slip into the Screaming Void before anything gets done if it is much longer than that. Plus, my Beloved, PaulEdmund may stroke out from frustration.

We are creating our own version of the great wait for Godot here besides the steamy lake.

I am pleased nonetheless with the excellent quality and speed of response my new treating doctors are providing. Dr. Robert Muldoon and Dr. John Webb are just the best. I am in good hands.

A compilation of wise words uttered by our Prez, Dubya now bubbles up in my noggin'. The mental fog I am in is, paradoxically, allowing me to see the sense in the fellow.

Make the Pie Higher

I think we all agree, the past is over.
This is still a dangerous world.
It's a world of madmen and uncertainty
And potential mental losses.

Rarely is the question asked.
Is our children learning?
Will the highways of the Internet
Become more few?

How many hands have I shaked?
They misunderestimate me.
I am a pitbull on the pantleg of opportunity.

I know that the human being
And the fish can coexist.
Families is where our nation finds hope,
Where our wings take dream.

Put food on your family!
Knock down the tollbooth!
Vulcanize society!
Make the pie higher!
Make the pie higher!

Pies, higher or fallen or flapping in the breeze, are my life these days.

Judy (via Jeff)