Friday, August 11, 2023

Scattered through the urology waiting room are solitary old men, some careful with their bags of urine. A couple older women are chatting away.  And me. I don’t feel I belong here. I don’t see myself as old and sick, except when I happen to look in a mirror. After the difficult procedure the doctor, who has been treating me for two years, says I am a trooper.   Four surgeries, 15 BCG treatments and several arguments.  Another two years of treatments are recommended. Arguments are extra. Bladder cancer is fickle and frequently fatal.

Foggy morning.  The anticipated rain storm did not arrive. Time to water the front yard plants. Dogs are barking.  Worker guys in loud trucks are arriving to their job site across the street. Photo man brought me large cookies from Sweet Elenas yesterday afternoon.

My roommate, the former teenager is going to Boston for a week.  She promises to remove all her old food from the refrigerator before the trip.

I would like to practice Tai Chi again.  I have been looking at youtube videos for inspiration.