Radiance! Revelation!!!

The New Me

Our Guests Today: Anne Pinfold and Victor Feske

My Hippo-Nature: Swolt-Up, Turgid, Triumphant

Mangosteen: fount of Jungle Juice

Emory, the Cajun Druid Mystic, Purveyor of Jungle Juice

Ya'll Come by Now, Ya hear?

I flounced into Dr. Muldoon's office yesterday to learn that the marker for ovarian cancer (called CA-125) in my blood is now 17. Normal is about 35 or lower. The Wise Doctor nearly fell out of his swivel chair. Or was his head merely spinning like the girl in that delectable piece of cinéma vérité, "The Exorcist"?

At least me doctor was not projectile vomiting over my test results. Instead Señor Medicó was all smiles.

Unfortunately, Dr. Bob stood up a bit too soon after viewing the impossible, mind still agog and eyes akimbo. Ass over teakettle!!

I know he thinks it is all because of his wise choice of exotic poisons streaming periodically into my corpus, my astounding youthfulness and vigor, and the "healthy denial" so natural to me combined with my preternatural good cheer. I agree this is the witch's brew that often is associated with "good responses" to exotic poisons.

My other theory is that I am a hippopotamus. My children or one of their whimsical savant friends (probably Victor Feske soon to arrive! always quite a mouth on that fellow) asserted in their teen years that my aura was that of the hippo. At the time I was deeply affronted. "Will these vile urchins ever stuff a sock in it and end their offensive effrontery", I would sweetly think at the time. Now I know I am a hippo not only on the Spiritual Plane but at the cellular level as well.

http://www.signaling-gateway.org/update/updates/200609/su-0609-5.html

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ECNxBhkS6jw

My Hippo-Nature has been catalyzed and swolt-up from swilling down large quantities of tropical jungle juice (mangosteen) sent to me by my mystical friend, Emory. Emory lives in a moss filled lair in a live oak on the Bayou Teche. He even has lichen growing between his incisors. The real deal, trust me!

Emory revealed to me he is a Cajun Druid. Go figure. How did a Druid land in the middle of that swamp? Whatever! my good fortune...

There you have the secret to my current successes.

May they continue!!

In just a bit Anne and Victor Feske will cross the portals of our humble abode, the plants outdoors are smiling in the new rain and all is good in the land of Miz Flounce and her handsome escort, Paul Edmund.

Avanti! Time to shake booty beside the Lake. Hopefully not in my hippo guise....

Awash in Tropical Magique,

Mizzie Flounce(via Jeff)

My Hippo Nature on Display

Blows my Mind

Reaction to Chemotherapy

My new Burka Hairdooz

Today...Stalwart, Proud

Me and the Bluebird of Happiness get the Show on the Road

My dear Adoring Public: hold on to your health!! That old saw "when you have your health you have everything" becomes true at the molecular level of your consciousness when you feel sucky and awful.

Yes, Miz Bodacious Flounce had her pogo knocked in the dirt after my last chemo treatment Friday, 26 Sept.

Shall I regale you with the dull details of my travail? Why not? I had to suffer through it. Why shouldn't you? Extreme exhaustion and this time with quite significant pain in my legs, lower stomach and throughout my upper chest. Bummer!!! That combined with what I would definitely call "depression" is a heavy burden. My noggin' was filled with sugarplums....NOT. Rather I had a perpetual sense of doom and being overwhelmed.

Today the ennui and torture is lifting. I trust it will be as swift a turnaround as it was following my first chemo. Miz Flounce, edgy and fabulous was back within 48 hours that time. May the Furies be so kind to me again.

Dr. Muldoon told me that after my next treatment which should be on 10/17 or so I may get some scans to see if my cancer has "responded to treatment" or not. Given the symptoms of pain/swelling precisely in the areas where the tumors are doing their nasty thing I can tell him in advance that those buggers have taken a hit. Zippadeedoda! Zippadeeay!! Mr. Bluebird is on my shoulder!!!    http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ONuoSzIqgHY&feature=related

I have two great friends arriving for a visit in two days, Victor and Anne Feske. Will I be in top form to take advantage of these lovely folks' warm presence and wonderfully droll humor?

You betcha! I have my show tunes down and my tap shoes re-soled. I view this to pump up my Inner Muse. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=t7W3bxHFShw

Jeff, in his earnest, therapy kinda way, suggests that shocks like a health crisis should be used to reflect upon not only the beauty of the day but also my own deeper values and the trajectory of my life. Well...here goes...

I suspect you are on the edge of your Barker Lounger waiting for me to unleash sordid tales of alligator and gar, cajuns and hootenanies, voodoo and grits. Forget it. I am going to explore more cerebral and celestial realms.

Judy, Entrepeneur. Independent Thinker. Mother. Wife. Lady of the South. Lapsed but sweet Christian. All very admirable. I sit here on my laurels. End of exploration. Don't want to stress myself.

But...should Miz Flounce be concerned about Kali? What say you?

http://www.pantheon.org/articles/k/kali.html

Judy, on the Rebound (via Jeff)

PS You may have noticed that my head hairs now have a new luster? Well, that ain't henna. Unfortunately my grey pate of old (or old grey pate?) was part of the chemo collateral damage. I now generally have my brainpan encased in either a glorious blond product by Dynel or I look like an escapee from Saudi Arabia in one of my many Burkas.

PPS If you want some difficult reading (the only type my son Jeff seem to "get off" on) he recommends a recent piece in Harper's Magazine. It is all about viewing cancer as an agent that evolves. Sounds like that will keep you up in a sweat for many a night. Anyway, upon his very dubious recommendation I pass along: http://harpers.org/archive/2008/04/0081988

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You fall out of your mother's womb,

you crawl across open country under fire,

and drop into your grave.
--Albert Einstein

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