Nobody is Promised Tomorrow. . .
When you a medical problems – the weekend can be good. Because, you don’t have to have procedures or see doctors on Saturday or Sunday. So, it is easy to slip into denial.
Having little fantasies about getting an expensive new camera, going to Paris, or Tokyo… But, I am not leaving Mr C home alone. Not for one day. Now, a new camera – that’s doable.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Cheese Burgers!
Carlton and the Merkel creature take lots of naps. I don’t think he is depressed. I think he is just tired. The creature appears to be unchanged. No nukes on Saturday or Sunday.
Today I walked and did yoga. Bought a pair of Levi’s at the flea market. They are in the washing machine. Don’t want to get fleas. Jeans cost more at the flea market than at the Goodwill. But, the flea market jeans dude has all his jeans sorted by size and brand. Could spend an hour with a tape measure looking for 30×30 505 Levi’s at Goodwill and not find any. Time is worth something, even to an old lady.
And why do I need “new” Levi’s? My beloved old Levi’s – the ones that I fit so nicely into again – are a little too ragged. My panties peak out of the holes in the butt. Not a good look for an old lady.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Sandwich cancelled today. I made Mr C’s favorite liver and onions for lunch. Messing up the entire kitchen. I have since policed the kitchen. Blitzed the stove. Etc… Dinner is going to be Trader Joe’s Mac and Cheese from the microwave. Not messing up the kitchen enough to make a sandwich. The kitchen will be clean for at least 12 hours.
Nothing much going on. Mr C feels about 80% of his normal hyper perky self. He never completely recovered from the attack of “whatever” that felled him as we were leaving Kona. Three days of radiation and the Merkel creature looks the same to us.
I have no idea what we are “supposed” to be doing… There should be an app for this. An “enjoy every sandwich” app. But, other than play Werewolves of London, what would the app do?
Maybe the app could spit out sandwich ideas. I was uninspired today.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: turkey and swiss on whole wheat, lettuce, tomato, mustard. I’ll do better tomorrow.
Happy Birthday Beginner’s All-Purpose Symbolic Instruction Code.
Born on May 1, 1964 at Dartmouth College.
This is a fine tribute to a fine old programming language for the non-programmer.
http://time.com/84049/
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Tuna (real tuna not from a can) and pineapple (real not from a can) stuffed in whole wheat pita bread. What’s not to love about that?
Today was day one of radiation. 29 to go.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Grilled cheese and tomato with a side of chicken soup.
But, we have: Merkel Creature
Carlton goes in the Nuker tomorrow. Most people, when they are having their cancers zapped, just wonder “What the fuck is going on in there?” But, Mr C is “lucky”. He will be able to watch. And, so will you.
And yes, this is deadly serious.
Poor prognostic factors include the stage of disease at presentation, which is influenced by presence of nodal and/or distant disease. …
The location of the primary tumor also appears to be a poor prognostic factor. Within the head and neck, lip tumors have a high rate of invasion into bone, cartilage, and muscle and are associated with decreased survival. … Other poor prognostic factors are age older than 60 years, male sex, a primary lesion >2 cm, ….
Tumor thickness is a significant risk factor for 5-year mortality. Patients with tumors thicker than 10 mm have 18% survival over 5 years compared with 69% in patients with tumors thinner than 10 mm. Merkel Cell Tumors of the Head and Neck
But, we continue to
Enjoy every sandwich: Turkey, swiss, coleslaw on crusty roll.
It started raining late this afternoon. The weather guy told us to start building our ark. I told Mr C to start building. Ark building is surely “men’s work”.
Radiation still scheduled for Wednesday. Hope Carlton doesn’t bail on this option. Because, there is no Plan C.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Plain Old BLT.
Nothing to report. A nice day.
Took all I could carry to the Goodwill. Brought two belts and one tank top back. An OK trade. So, what did I get rid of? An old digital camera, with all of its accouterments. And a purse, that I don’t really use. Never really used much. I was just keeping it around because it had fancy label. A skirt that didn’t fit with my new view of my wardrobe. A couple of silk knit shirts. Think I was keeping them because they were silk. I sure don’t wear them very often. And, I ditched my white shirt. As in “everyone needs a white shirt”. Exactly why do I need a white shirt? If I do need one, I can get one in a couple of hours from Macy’s or in 48hours from Amazon. Or from the Goodwill Store!
Mr C is still napping a lot and operating at about 80%. I think, that in addition to his major cancer problem, he still has some infection wandering around the area of his October surgery. But, we are not talking about any health matters.
Enjoy every sandwich: Turkey, provolone, guacamole – with tomatoes.
Is it only a month since I last admired the moon and venus?
It has been one hell of a month. Things are still really grim. But, we made it through another month. Or, maybe, I should say we had another month together.
Another month to:
Enjoy every sandwich: Buffalo chicken with crunchy iceburg lettuce in a flour tortilla. I might make cheese burgers for dinner. A double sandwich day?
As for my person fitness craze. Knocked out 5 miles today. And did a little yoga too.
A couple of weeks after the elegant Yoshino and Akebono Cherry Trees bloom, the gaudy, over the top Kwanzan Cherry Trees pop out.
Today is a day of nots.
Enjoy Every Sandwich: Tuna with blue cheese and tomatoes and a little iceberg lettuce. On whole wheat pita.
I love crab apple blossoms – and apparently so does this bee-type thing.
I am tired today. Real tired. Stood up all morning at work. Think I am too old to be a shop girl! Only logged 4.5 miles walking. I wonder how many miles a day “should” a 70 year old lady walk? Enough complaining.
Today was a fine day for flower watching.
Enjoy every sandwich: Roast beef, bacon, cheese on ciabatta roll.
We are still with Treatment Plan B. No surgery. Just radiation. Radiation starts next Wednesday.
We aren’t going to talk about Merkel Cell or medical treatments until next Wednesday. We still might talk about things that need to be done “just in case Plan B fails”. I am thinking maybe we should go to Kona when radiation is done. No matter what.
Got my 5 miles of walking in today. Thank you FitBit. Have I mentioned that I loath exercise. Yeah, I though so.
Enjoy every sandwich: Turkey with melted provolone and apple chutney.