So Much To Say, So Little To Say

We had been away for 10 days, and dial up at the cottage is nothing if not slow. Trying to access company email took so long all I could do was read it. By the time I tried to respond, the server would log me out.

Anyway, Thanksgiving passed and we had turkey and ham. Troy was up with Mandy for the weekend and we put him to work. He cut sumac, cut firewood and worked hard. Poor guy, hopefully we haven't scared him off. As we ate I was asking, really, what did we have to be thankful for - yes I know they caught both of our cancers, by why us, and why together?

Because we did not plan ahead, we had to return home to vote on Tuesday. We returned up on Wednesday, Greg with us. Thursday, we went to Calabogie to go shooting at the quarry. We got off to a wonderful start. We arrived, only to have Greg inform us that he forgot the keys to the ammo box. Since going back to the cottage meant an 80 km round trip, we continued into town where Kyle purchase new locks and borrowed a bolt cutter at the Home Hardware. Problem solved. We did the little shopping we had to do, and returned to the quarry, where Greg tried to talk me into firing the shotgun again. NO WAY, that sucker kicks. He enjoyed his time there.

After a couple of hours over shooting, we returned to the cottage in time for supper. The rest of the weekend we did yard work. Kyle got the chain replaced on the chainsaw and got some trimming done, we rake and rake and raked. We trimmed the low pine branches along the driveway and raked some more. Kyle cleaned up the old shed and reorganized that.

As we head into my final treatment of the first cycle I have noticed some things. First, there is a dryness in my eyes, but they seem to tear up at night, and i wake up with crusty eyes. My balance had been off; first I fell in the bath and then I tripped raking and almost did a face plant into the back of Ed and Sheila's little boat (my fault, not the boat's) but I was able to get my arm up in time. A couple of times walking, I felt very uncoordinated, like I forgot how to move my feet. I will watch for these things after this next treatment.

I spoke to Kelly, my oncology nurse about the problems they were having with the port. While there is nothing surgically they can, short of replacing it, she did agree that I should be very insistant and request the Diane only be the one to access it. This coming Thursday, in addition to me regular blood work, they will be taking the blood for the genetic testing. Results should be in by the end of January.

~Inez