Thursday, November 13, 2025

     Wednesday morning at the lab I am ready to do urine test required before next Thursday’s cystoscopy appointment. I register and then wait in the lobby. I am called, given the little empty container and the hat. In the bathroom I try and only come up with a few drops. Suddenly feel ashamed and teary eyed, I leave the few drops in the container in the tray and rush out of the building. When I calm down at home a kind woman calls from the lab offering suggestions of what I can do for the test.  So, I try again at home and my roommate takes the new sample to the lab. No one yells at me or gets angry.  I do it to myself. It is all so hard. Then the intense emotions begin to evaporate.

     This morning, we have a rain storm. Sounds of water splashing on the house and in the neighborhood. One small leak in the bathroom. I am eating my breakfast as usual, glad to be alive.  All is well again.

     In the evening, we watch two more episodes of DOWN CEMETERY ROAD. I love this fast pace exciting story. During the day I periodically turn on the news to see what is happening or not happening in Washington. Exciting times.

     I continue to do chair yoga in my bedroom. Thirty minutes of various body movements while frequently checking the book to see if I am doing it right. I am hopeful.