the happiness and the suffering that will be our lot"
Dilgo Khyentse Rinpoche
The weather has been fairly wretched since my last blog entry, my lovely lacecap Hydrangea which QueenJanita captured for me froze and life in our watery hacienda has been generally on the DULL side. You would think I would be petrified with ennui.
NOT so. Yesterday I trotted over to the Genesis Center and Dr. Muldoon dished me up a big dollop of HappyTalk which did the trick. I had a chest xray which he said was "good" (???what can that mean? I am certain the tumors are still there. Perhaps they are not growing?), my blood counts back to near normal range, etc. Thus, I marched over to the IV poles, got plugged in and had me a chemo treatment.
When I go in next week Dr. Muldoon wants to repeat my CA-125. As you may recall this is a blood marker for ovarian cancer cells. The absolute level of it in the blood is not as significant as whether the value is trending up or down. My last level was, unfortunately, trending upward. Fingers crossed...perhaps, the trend is now in the opposite direction?
Feels good to be doing something! And my pain patch continues to do the trick. Nary an ache registers on my enraptured brainpan. I feel so good I have even begun to notice and enjoy all of the hyacinths, narcissus, daffodils and tulips Jeff scattered about the garden.
Life is good. For the moment. Which is all any of us really have, I suppose.
Before I sign off today I want to say that my thoughts are not constantly about myself. Having a blog where that is the "subject" makes it seem that way. I am quite concerned about my lovely older sister, Patsy. She has been quite weak and getting low grade fevers at night. No one can quite fathom what it is all about. Patsy...you bounce back soon, ya hear!!
Now back to some good reading and beneficent thoughts...
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Still aware of what day it is,
Judy (via jeff)
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2 comments:
well, I'm really trying to comment on your LATEST posting of "what a difference . . . "
sometimes I think the MOST wonderful things ever to have been created are daffodils. (well, them, lilacs, apples and olives.) hope you are enjoying the ones JJ planted there as much as I enjoy the ones he grew and cut for me here. your son is a wonder . . . A WONDEFUL WONDER. . . . just like those daffodils. and, yes, all we have is the moment. THIS moment. for me, that's a sad realization when the moments are glorious ones. but better that than no such moments at all. so I am grateful. unlike you, Judy, I'm a sentimental fool of sorts as you can tell. in any case -- keep up those spirits, gal, and live it! hope things get to the point where you can drop out here for a few days of a San Francisco springtime. would love to see ya! meanwhile, take care and remember that flowers love to be talked to, especially in the early morn. a BIG hug, angelo
Dear Angelo,
I just saw this posting. You are so very sweet!
The floweres and Springtime are wonderful here but I am certain I would love to be with you in San Fancisco just as much or more. I am hesitant to leave my doc and the treatment center. You know how that might go. But, if I ever get past all of this I will be there right away to give you a hug and frolic about.
Love,
Judy
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