Hello again ya’ll.
I am happy to report that I am feeling much better than I was this time last week. I re-read the email that I sent out last Sunday and it was obvious that I was a bit wierded out. However, I know why. The next day I went in to Summit Cancer Care for lab work and to see the nurse and found that my blood levels were waaaay low. Wow. I never realized that skewed blood levels could effect one so dramatically. They were so low that the nurse sent me home. She would not allow me to go to the office. Good thing, too. They would have probably called 9-1-1. By Tuesday, though, I was back in the saddle. Tomorrow I’ll go in for another lab. The results should be much better. Thank you for bearing with me.
Yesterday, Saturday, felt okay, but today I felt even better. Other than stomach cramps and issues with bowelis interruptis, I can almost function. Food tasted pretty good today. Most of the metallic taste was missing. We ate at Southern Image Restaurant in Richmond HIll after church and the buffet was excellent. They had fresh fried chicken, fresh baked chicken, meatballs, fried schrimp, barbeque ribs, mashed potatoes and gravey, fried green tomatoes, rice, green beans, field peas w/ham, pear casserole, macaroni and cheese, potatoe salad, and several other things. Then over to the side they had an assortment of salads and fresh dressings. There was also a desert bar with chocholate cake, bananna pudding, pineapple pudding, and some kind of sugar free something or other. It was all good and I enjoyed my meal for the first time in days.
I stayed close to the house this weekend. I don’t much like to get out in the heat since it tends to bring on nausea. Nevertheless, I do like to get out and get a little vitamin D from the sun. I just really have to gauge myself. Today I worked in the garage by cleaning it up a bit and servicing the garage door opener. The flies almost run me off, they were everywhere. I oiled the screw-type opener mechanism, then installed a remote keypad on the ouside so that I can open the garage door from outside without the remote (which is usually locked in the car). I even extended the antenna on the garage door opener so that it will receive the signal from the street, as opposed to being almost all the way up the driveway. So, I did have a somewhat productive afternoon. I wish, however, that I had Granny Riggins there to kill the flies while I worked. Now SHE was a ninja-qualified fly killer if there ever was one. I recall once, at a very young age, watching Granny Riggins shelling peas on the front porch while swatting flies. She was a master. Granny would keep her head down, tending to her peas, then just as the flies got brave enough to get near her she, in a flash of skill, grabbed the fly swatter and WHAT-OW, WHAT-OW, WHAT-OW, WHAT-OW! Dead flies lay eveyrwhere and if any part of the fly still moved she’d give’em another whack WHAT-OW! Granny Riggins, after one episode of pea shelling, walked away with as many flies on the floor of the porch as she had peas in her pan. Now that was talent! As a boy I envisioned the flies way off yonder wearing little WWII army helmets and watching Granny Riggins through little tiny binoculars and choosing to fly way around the other side of the house when Granny was on the front porch. Of course dogs didn’t get too near Granny either when she was on the front porch. They woud lay way over to one side and simply watch, Even if Granny dropped a biscuit on the porch, nary a dog dared to ease over and pick it up until Granny had left the porch and went back into the house. Then it was a free-for-all since they all had been watching that biscuit with one eye and a mad scramble for that biscuit ensued.
This coming week is going to be a long week for me. I’m actually going to try to work a full week. I haven’t done that in a while. We’ll see what happens.
Mollie goes to church camp at Epworth beginning tomorrow, so she will be out of the house for a week. I won’t have anyone to talk too.
Chemo round #5 begins Monday week, July 28th, but I’ll try not to think about it until I have too.
Thanks for being there everyone. I love all of you dearly.
Mitch
