So much has been going on – so little time, mea culpa for my absence. We left off last Friday on my birthday and I am so glad that it is over and I can get back to some normalcy. The next celebrations are my mother’s and sister’s birthdays February 9th and 11th and I have already bailed on those festivities. Jan and I normally head to Louisville for the big occasion but I am going to forgo the plane trip, infectious winter diseases, cold weather and a week of running around for a boring but safer and less stressful week at home. I will make the trip when I have a little more energy and a stronger immune system. Saturday we both slept until 11 then got up to go pick up the truck and as with any automobile adventure it was a disaster. Before we left Kathy transferred money to the checking account and away we went. Well she drops me off, kisses me goodbye and heads for home while I stroll in to pay Ted and pick up the keys. I get to the counter, Ted rings me up, I swipe the card and declined. I say we just transferred the cash and Ted suggests we try it as credit and you guessed it declined again. So I sheepishly ask if I’m okay until Monday and of course I am because the Mercury keeps Tubel’s afloat and they don’t even wants me considering going anyplace else. So with keys in hand and spring in my step I glide out to the truck, open the door, wallow in the magic of sitting in my own vehicle, a free man – no longer dependent on the whims of others to transport me, I turn the key and nothing, nada, no bells, dings or juice in the battery. So back into see Ted who sends out the mechanic to jump me. As he is jumping the battery the mechanic says “you know you ought to consider replacing that battery soon it’s getting kind of weak” – you would be very proud of me for not raining on his parade – its like you had the *@$% truck for a week, I spent $2,600, why didn’t you just put in a stinking battery???? But I just thanked him for getting me back on the road shook his hand and drove home happy and free. Oh and after a call to Wells Fargo, I found out I have a $2,000 daily limit and without blowing a gasket nicely asked for it to be raised.
That being handled, we came home and got ready for a birthday dinner at Picasso’s with Albert, Jan, Will and Jessa. We had a wonderful meal and a terrific time, but before we were done I was ready to fall into my plate! Kat and I came home, sat on the couch for a bit and laughed about the day. Needless to say the bed was a welcome respite, so much so that I slept until 3 the next afternoon – and if that wasn’t enough I was back in bed by 9.
Monday, Kat woke me up about noon with a phone call and I immediately went into a funk over all this sleeping. I started second guessing the whole healing process and what I am going through, well it was short lived. I called Carlene at the Center and right off the bat she is surprised at how good I sound and I launch into the yeah I sound good, but should I still be sleeping 12 hours a day? Well, when she quit laughing, she told me she wouldn’t be surprised if I wasn’t sleeping more. She told me that if was still consistently going on in 6 months we would have a chat, but even then the 12 hour night will often be in my repertoire. Crisis abated I worked on some woodturning stuff and got ready for our meeting that night. It was good to see the crowd and begin to think about woodturning again. I really miss being in the shop with the smells, the creating, the shavings and the feeling of accomplishment when a job is done. It will come, but the warming days bring on the anticipation.
Today I got up at 6am for doctor appointments….wooohooo! It was really good timing because I had Dr. Moy my the ENT and Dr Trish Andrews my dermatologist. Dr Moy scoped me and checked my ears and found nothing out of the ordinary and several things on the good side. He says that I am healing well and that I look terrific. The staff each sat a minute with me and shared that they were all worried and wanted to call to check on me but were so happy that I am doing so well. It was very humbling and brought tears to my eyes that in some way I have become a part of so many peoples lives through this journey. I finished the day with Dr Trish who told me the ears, the pealing skin and all the other funky things happening to me are just unfortunate reactions due to having my body pumped with radiation and chemotherapy and that eventually it would all clear up – then she smiled as she froze 3 spots on the top of my head. Pre-cancer from sun exposure so wear your hat and sunscreen.
All and all it has been four days that have become so familiar in my life and yours. So familiar that I don’t see the forest for the trees all the time. I forget that day to day this is all about cancer. Diagnosis, treatment, healing and hoping that we got it. Food, sleep, ups, downs, people, places, regimes, pains, peeling, are just the things we do for a cure. Birthdays, Christmas, New Year, love, family, friends, broken trucks, broken lathes, and jobs are the things we fight it for. God continues to bless me with hope, help, love and understanding – wonderful friends to pick me up and help me fight – a family committed to the cure, and giving, loving wife to hold my hand and comfort me. And that God of my understanding to guide me. Thank you.
LESSON OF THE DAY – “Faith ultimately can’t be argued; faith has to be felt.”