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

Friday, April 17, 2009

Best Foot Forward


Yes...this is me today. My best foot if firmly forward. And, you will note, some of my hair is growing back. Time to relinquish my jaunty chapeau? A healthy gleam winks in my eye belying the profound depth of soul. Don't you agree?
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My reprieve is holding. Is it that I managed to eat some of the delicious breakfast grub Big Biscuits (aka Paul Edmund) has offered up this morning. Or that the anticipated arrival of Susan and Lou is today and I have it enough together to speak?* In town are some of Paul's S. Louisiana buddies, Robert, Albert, et al who have a big pile of shellfish in tow. Always welcome!! Maybe it is just the the reverberating aura of the Cavorting Ladies of the Night** still washing over me.
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Who can say? I am just grateful for these moments...
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Judy (via jeff)
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*Don't get me wrong...I am still, as my dear daddy would say, "down and out" but I am not in Woody Allen's horrible class of people today. Just miserable (in a scene from Annie Hall, Woody is explaining to Diane Keaton there are two classes of people in the world. The horrible are those in Calcutta who have been cut off at the waist and scoot about in the mud on boards with wheels attached; the miserable are all the rest of us. Something like that).
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** See my blog entry from yesterday to gasp at what chocolate has wrought here in Hot Springs!!!
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NB: 11 AM... My reprieve did not last long. Feeling horrible. Nauseated, dizzy, no memory to speak of. I had to get a raincheck on the visit from Susan and Lou. One good thing...Jeff got the home health care thing going so someone probably will come by on Sunday to assess matters here and offer up a passle of helpful suggestions and assistance. Dr. Muldoon is so concerned about my confusion (missed my appointment yesterday afternoon...completely forgot) that he will be seeing me, ad hoc, in short order today. They are going to reduce my pain meds further to see if that helps with the confusion. To be safe, next Tuesday I go in for a CT scan of the brain. Maybe I am on the borderline between miserable and horrible?
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Vacherie, Louisiana, United States
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.