Thursday, November 8, 2007
Today, Yesterday and Tuesday......
Well, radiation, at least at the beginning, is a snap AND I get a power nap. Yep, I have gotten so comfortable with the torture position I can sleep! I think there may be work for me in the CIA after this. Today, Thursday, was my first radiation appointment. Yesterday, was the dry run. The people there are so nice. They are explaining everything to me - remember they are looking at my butt. They are telling me, "Okay I am going to draw on you now. Okay, I am going to take some pictures of the drawings. Okay......etc.etc.etc." I think they are trying to protect my modesty or something. Little do they know I would now whip off my pants and show my butt to the janitor if he or she seemed to have a good reason to see it. Very sweet those people......very sweet. Some of the patients - not so much. I got the evil eye for parking in the radiation parking lot until I followed her into the treatment center smiling and saying hi to everyone. I guess she was surprised that I was a patient. I was tempted to say, "See you tomorrow!" to her, but I thought that would be cruel. You never know other people demons. So, I am getting to know a whole new group and, as usual, I am making my mark. Yesterday, I brought in a Christmas present that I bought (who it is for shall remain nameless) but it plays the music of "Low Rider". I showed it to Angela at the front desk and played it. We laughed and were dancing around. Most people in the lobby thought it was funny, but there are usually a couple of people that don't appreciate me. Too bad - I wasn't born a wall flower and I don't intend on being one now! Okay, off that rant...Tuesday, Tuesday is the day I was to talk about. So, after resting and laying low for most of of the day, I really needed to get to Fred Meyer. Not knowing what radiation would bring, I wanted to complete the boys clothes for the holidays, buy some food, and get hair dye. Where else than Fred Meyer! The problem was, I was not sure I could do it. I had not been out of the house with both boys since June. I take one or the other or I save my errands for Friday when Mason is at daycare or the weekends when Grant can take one. So, in my quandary, I decided to ask Mason. I explained my fears, my limitations, and what he would have to do if we went. You know what he said in a very sort of "CHARGE!" tone? He proclaimed, "Let's go the the store - YEAH!!!!!!" and went running for his coat. I guess I couldn't say no at that point. So, we loaded up and went. Mason was a dream. One of my limitations I explained to him was that he needed to really help Mommy. So, when I dropped, and broke, the baby food jar he immediately started saying in a very loud voice, "Hey, we need help. Mommy spilled and she needs lots of help." Sure enough, they came to help and Mason was sure to say, "Good job. Thank you. BYE BYE!!!!" He put stuff in the cart, feed Nolan Cheerios, and kept saying, "Just one more thing." Even if we had 12 more things.......wonder where he got that phrase? In any case, he was dream and we got everything we needed - even the Christmas PJs. Before I buckled him in the car, I told him how proud I was of him. He smiled from ear to ear, hugged me, and said, "You're welcome Mommy!" My boys were great and Mommy got a little bit of her confidence back. I could do it and that felt so good I could taste it. Happy Thursday, Ang
Posted by Angela Clarno at 1:17 PM
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Hooray for your courage and for Mason's spirit. And by the way, you beat me and likely all the other moms we know in buying the kids' Christmas PJs. Should anyone be surprised? Certainly not . . .
Early this morning a great wind blew across the Island and plucked all but a few of the leaves remaining from the trees. The wind is a cleansing force not unlike your treatments for your malady. We all want that treatment force to be so strong as to sweep every speck of that cancer away. After the wind was gone a few leaves were left, but their purpose was to remind of us of the glory that was fall. When your treatment force has passed we need no tiny remnants of their former malignant presence. Today is called Vetrans Day but in my youth it was known as Armistice Day. It honored the day that World War One ended and peace came to Europe. We want peace for you Angela, a cessation of the war going on in your system and the triumph of the good that is Angela. You realize that all of us rooting for you are bound together by your fight and although we are separated by time and distance we are unified in our purpose to help you get through this. The collective will of our support is in itself a force to be counted. Love to you and all who join with you, pat&mag
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