Cookies

Yesterday’s cat scan was really long and boring. I couldn’t even sit with Anne because I needed to be on the room oxygen so I was put in one of the gurney bays and I felt like I was parked in a garage like a car. Everyone was super nice though and got me out of there as soon as possible. Still it had been 3 days of Dr’s visits and tests in a row and I decided that any further appointments should involve cookies and or ice cream. My nephew Paul made up a fun cookie appointment day:

"I've got a tight schedule, but if I push the shortbread back to 4 pm, I might be able to squeeze in a mint chocolate chip after my recurring whoopie pies 2pm...  I'll just have to cross town quickly" That kind of thing?

Me: Yes but I’d yell STAT a lot too!

Paul: that oatmeal raisin isn't going to eat itself, run the red light!! I don't wanna hear about unforseen weather, I've never broken a promise to a Rocky Road and I don't intend to start now!!

Me: love this ride but we’re gonna have to put our foot down at oatmeal raisin. No need to involve little desiccated balls of fruit! Chocolate chip forever!

Paul: so no date squares or fruitcake??

Me: You are a very quick learner!

Paul: Back to the drawing board:. "have to reschedule???  I guess your word is as spotty as your chocolate chip cookie dough!"

So kind of Willy Wonka except with appointments :-)

And now today the cookie theme continues with my friend Judy-Anne bringing over some of her husband John’s most excellent baking! Three level of greatness! Thank you!

Going the Distance

If you've been following along on Facebook you'll know more or less what's going on in my life but this a point now where I feel the need to return to this blog so we can finish this journey together.

Over this past late spring and summer I developed a cough and I soundly ignored the cough and the fact that it was difficult to breath if I pushed mobility. I'm not sorry I ignored the symptoms because they wouldn't have changed and nothing different could have been done. This is not to say YOU should ignore symptoms, I just feel after what I've gone through since 2012 I deserve a break in the denial department.

Anyway, I was blaming everything on my kidneys (who are functioning just fine thank you) when I finally couldn't ignore the endless fevers and cough and went to emerge where a chest X-ray showed a dirty old sock (big dried out tumour) and a dead lymph node in my right lung. After much faffing about trying to make it a possible infection it was finally diagnosed as cancer, most likely metastasised from the vulvar cancer.

That's me, always need to be different.  Non smoker getting lung cancer.

So now I enter the palliative side of our healthcare world and trust me it is as wacky as all get out. Earnestly wacky to be sure.

Come along with me and I'll show you. Let's see if I can meet my goal of dying as well as I have lived. Which is to say, not half badly, if I do say so myself.

Wonder Woman sock puppet by the talented Caleb Schlueter

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