Wednesday, April 2, 2025

     In the evening, we watch the TV news, Cory Booker’s 25 hour speech, the election returns from Florida and Wisconsin. Good news, bad news and the narrative continues. Governance and politics have always interested me, but not watching sports events. Actually, maybe, they are similar, sport’s events and politics. I remember listening to the McCarthy hearing on the radio when I was young.

     During a pause in the rain, I retrieve my empty garbage bins from the curb and pick up the mail. Water continues seeping across the streets from the neighbor’s yards. The leaves sparkle with rain drops.

     I do my daily prescribed exercises in the morning when I have more energy. Wednesday morning another PT session focused on balance and climbing stairs.

    QUESTION 7 by Richard Flanagan from Tasmania is good, part memoir, part something else the defies classification.

 

Tuesday, April 1, 2025

     What a surprise, the Cancer Center Clinic is greatly improved. The treatment had been taking two to three hours to complete with long waits. Today the appointment takes ONE HOUR.  Really only ONE HOUR for blood tests, urine test, interview with nurse practitioner and then the actual infusion.  ONE HOUR.  My 17th CHEMO treatment.

      New leadership now.  Staff friendliness and efficiency is great. I feel like I might survive this cancer treatment. Maybe, just maybe the staff and the patients have recovered the disasters of the COVID epidemic.

     Wake up several times to the pounding of rain. More puddles in the driveway.

     I can’t get over how good I feel.

 

Monday, March 31, 2025

     Sunny, windy day, huge clouds in the distance. Feeling really grounded and good and then the mood shifts and I am sad and complaining. I walk on my deck, I eat good food, I take a nap and still the mood is stubborn. I am waiting for the moment when the mood shifts again to feeling alive and appreciative.

     I wake rested, ready to focus on today’s activities.  The tall man is driving me for the treatment. I am optimistic with the cancer center. I am not sure I even need the support of the cuddly chicken.

     I start reading a Josephine Tey British mystery novel.  But it is too talky and I don’t have the patience to follow the plot through conversations. I prefer the curtain culture of writing novels. Conversations are over rated. I live alone without many conversations.

     I watch an episode of a BROKENWOOD MYSTERIES, a British series. A comfort show, not so complicated, beautiful scenery. Not great, but good enough. I seem to stumble on truly excellent shows and then the relaxed ones.